[ Featuring Taxes ]
Yeah!
So, tell me this
Aw, what did I miss the day they passed out the rules?
I overslept and woke up inept
Still swimming in dream-drool
Here in Detroit, well, it's multiple choice
But every answer you choose, incorrect
And no one cares, but frankly I'm scared
And a little bit circumspect
Individuality is praised under
Uniformity
And we hear the same old shit
Doesn't anybody give a good god damn?
So here we are
Yea, not very far from where we were some odd years ago
We have no luck
Yeah, or maybe we suck
I guess it's all who you know
Individuality is praised under
Uniformity
Should we play the same old shit?
No, I don't think so, and with no apology
It's in the blood that makes us free to think
When days of change are imminent
We only have ourselves to re-invent
Some other high-up mother f*cker
Comes and tries to tell me
How to do my music just to make it sell
And that's the difference between you and me
Yeah, you smothered integrity
Like they told you to
Yeah!
I live on bread
Aw, John can't buy a snare head without selling a graft of skin
Scott bought a bass
Yeah, and you filled a rack, Space
You can't fathom the debt this band is in
Individuality
Yea, I know, I know
Uniformity
So, we play the same old shit
Do you really think I give a good god damn?
