And I won’t stop until all of you are dead
And I won’t quit until everyone eats my shit
When I was young, that was the gun I held to my head
And nobody listened to a goddamned word that I said
I’ve been nursing this wound for 40 fucking years
When some kid made me sad and I never got over it

A choir of assholes will always be singing
To tell you you’re nothing
Well, at least we built something
And if something means nothing, so be it. So be it

I’ve got a job, I’ve got a house, I’ve got a kid, I’ve got a spouse
And I still manage to take for granted the whole fucking planet
And it sounds like pure static to me

And everyone that hears this, you can just fucking bet:
Your life will be nothing but suffering and death
But I still get up and go to work
You just have to get over it