Well I've been thinkin' about, how karma's a joke, 'Cause I've seen so many good goddamn people going broke, and Mr. Friendly banker got the promotion of his life, and then he drove straight home, and he beat his faithful wife, He wasn't satisfied, with taking your job, Or all those struggling people, he'll help his bosses rob, When your drunken with power, you try and make others feel weak, And our country's run by morons and sociopathic freaks.
Bad things happen to good people, now that's just a fact, Demons play golf and drink martinis, while children are attacked, It's a fucked up world we live in evil never finishes last, There was a time when it wasn't like this, Please help me bring it back.
And it doesn't take much of anything to make an order to kill, But I dare you to look in the eyes of whose blood you made spill, And on career day I hope you'll show you're kids what you do, I bet they'll be proud to tell their friends, "My dad kills kids, just like you."
I cant deny I've thought about, putting a gun into my mouth, and about them finding me cold on the floor at my house, but how I'm feeling now i don't wanna be dead, So until that day comes I'll keep my brains in my head.
Bad things happen to good people, and you wanna know why? Because the world hates you, and the world hates me, and the world fuckin' hates everybody, How's it the "land of the free" or the "home of the brave"? When this land's run by greed, and the working class slaves But your futile disguise, will mock all their lies, So don't be so damn blind and just open your eyes.