Dear Jerks, this song I wrote to you How can be stopped Shit you threw upon us, ew Holly cows of god damned pop parade Got to be burned, grilled or butchered anyway
So tired to see those lazy assholes on TV So hard to be those real workers on a street
So much crime in front of our kids You multiply cruel of indignity All smiles are fake, real values are denied You intertain to make human kind so blind
So tired to see those lazy assholes on TV So hard to be those real workers on a street