By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas They were questioning who the real threat is Big, brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague No matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed
Don't forget what two plus two equals Don't let them upgrade your math No matter what they have as proof of evil Remember when they went after the Jewish people? You don't recognize that same black mask as see through?
If they don't fall dead before they reach me I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head Fuck what we're force fed, all I ever wanted Was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted
I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because We exhaust natural resources forced into wars Restoring wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw
Keep rethinking the still frames in your mind And guarantee they will change with time Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution while Downtime is simply wasted, you were born execution style
Head first in a trial, I'll second the motion 'Til the jury's bored to death and puts your neck in a notion The situation's volatile, a naked problem child Is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father smile
So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes This ain't a false alarm, can't you smell the smoke? You're in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes Our sense of liberty doesn't ring true, stupid That's why the bell broke
Trench coat Mafiosos propel rocks At recruitment officers and rebel against cops 'Til they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks Turtle upon turtle 'til they're all shell shocked
This so called president got elected in a court room With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune We talk, talk, talk so the veterans of war assume The revolution stopped, this ain't a protest tune
Hey Bobby, the Masters are back They're up to no good just like the old days They played dead when you stood over their grave Bobby, they played dead when you stood over their grave
Hey Bobby, them bastards are back It's our turn to stand over their grave I'm a do it right this time, I'm awake I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays
You can't roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur There's no escaping ass kickings in these times of war Replacing apples with hospitals where doctors are hostile Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil
I got you if they don't fall dead before they reach me I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in it's bald head Fuck what we're force fed, all I ever wanted Was a warm bed and house that wasn't haunted
Thumb through novels to have your fingerprints match The description of criminals committing innocent acts Of compassion for tired civilians crawling with pistols While we fire million dollar warning missals
Force the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll Brain wash yourself out of that mind control Or act a fool like you're told But we won't see no type of justice 'Til that bitch removes the blindfold
This ain't a love it or leave it, it's a change it or lose it I'll never sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music Chasing an ever elusive caveman In space ships that makes trips to the futures that are name brand
Faking progress but we ain't advanced Enough to change the posture of our ape stance? They've got the key to the city but they prefer the break in entry Duck and weave, I'm shedding light in their shadow box
Hey, Bobby, the Masters are back They're up to no good just like the old days They played dead when you stood over their grave Bobby, they played dead when you stood over their grave
Hey, Bobby, them bastards are back It's our turn to stand over their grave I'm a do it right this time, I'm awake I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays
If they don't fall dead before they reach me I'll be damned if I don't shoot one in its bald head Fuck what we're force fed, all I ever wanted was a warm bed
There's nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close Shows a heartlessness that doesn't register on stethoscopes
Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart 'Til your sense of self is broke and no man's pure in the heart Preventive detention for the folks who never left home Tensions have grown into a 24/7 red zone
Scare tactics have got you under control The fear factors of a color code, the uppers know They can't hold you down without having anchors attached It's all the same, nah, balls and chains on ankles don't match
So drag your torso back to the off road We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe 'Cuz when we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal
Hey Bobby, the Masters are back They're up to no good just like the old days They played dead when you stood over their grave Bobby, they played dead when you stood over their grave
Hey Bobby, them bastards are back It's our turn to stand over their grave I'm a do it right this time, I'm awake I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays