Life is too good for morons like you, You sit at your desks and dream of Vietnam, But let me tell you the truth, you fucking scum, Your friends have secretly purchased the same gun
And now you all try to hide, You think of the thing that can't be undone Like the accents you had, like the frauds you mislead Like the holy fucking drugs that you were selling to cops all the time, but they played it cool, cause the system is corrupt all the way down from the top!
My tongue is tied, I'm glad this band has fucking tied, Four cigarettes please and a few dead Carly Rae Jepsen fans to add on my list, Yeah, I kinda broke it, Sorry, man, but it ain't working