The big threads make no sound they go deaf with the rest  Leaving the downtown to the rats and the other pests  Cut back the fat cut back the staff cut the paycheck cut the milk maid  Pee on election day piss like the rest  Same words all sound like lies  Same face looks like someone to blame  Same house on the very same ground  Burn it down with all the glory we gave you bury you  The doggy in the backyard the one that bit you  Chomping on a bone digging a hole  It's a litle beast that makes us feel superior  The little treasure is forever it's own  Same words all sound like lies  Same face looks like someone to blame  Same day seems a little darker  Burn it down with all the guilt we feel bury you  New suit for the new clown fresh coat for the old god  Rant the illness spread the disease  A year to build the ship for a little flood  The disk proves your loyalty and the snap shot makes you sick  Bury you burn it down