You can curse, you can piss, you can raise up your fist
Light a match, burn a book, even worship a crook... if you want
You can kick, you can bite, you can put up a fight
Take a shit in your hat, in a swamp like a rat... if you want
You can yell, you can scream, you can claim it's a dream
With your head up your ass & your god and your class... if you want
You can spit, you can cry, you can live out a lie
You can pray to a tree that's been chopped down & dyed... if you want
Ego-centrication, mental masturbation
Ego-centrication, mental masturbation
Like a cancer in the belly of a nation
You can writhe, you can squirm, spreading slime like a worm
In the brain of a host of the holiest ghost... if you want
You can numb all the pain and then proudly exclaim
That your opinion matters like a gun on a plane... if you want
Ego-centrication, mental masturbation
Ego-centrication, mental masturbation
Ego-centrication, mental masturbation
Ego-centrication, mental masturbation
Like a cancer in the belly of a nation