Another picture faded
Although this time it's real
I'm not you prophet payday
But I pretend to fear
I gave it to your lady
And now my dog can hear
I never wanted attention
I wanted the fame
Forget what I forbid you
I just wanted to have a say
It's not therefore what I believe in
Just what I anticipate
It's not nothing
If not distracting
There's often more to gain than lose
There's bad men with good children
And I don't know what to do
I hate the sound
I hate the way she tells me
We're all falling down
Falling down, down, down
I hate you all
I hate hypocrisy
That plagues me most of all
Most of all, all, all
The ritual has just begun
Masked heads with feathers having fun
Red ties and blue lips smacking
Her wings caught in his hair
Blue eyes with white hair laughing
As if the others care
We stole the fighters
They stole the food
We stole the thunder
Then they killed the mood
I hate the sound
I hate the way she tells me
We're all falling down
Falling down, down, down
I hate you all
I hate hypocrisy
That plagues me most of all
Most of all, all, all
Get a real job you dirty hippy
Business casual
Jeans for Friday
And the occasional after work happy hour with the boys
Forty miles to the gallon
In a brand new twenty-nineteen Hyundai Cilantro
But turn that time sheet in by noon
Now don't be a quitter
Don't be a fool
Don't ask for forgiveness when the world ends too soon
Get yourself a big house with a hungry yard
While twenty billion people f*cking starve
HEY
Get back here boy
I'm not done with you yet
See the thing you need to know about synergy
It's, it's, it's the coalescence of a company coming together
To make you money
And money is all that matters