Gimmie your home, ballots and bones
Babylon gone
Radio songs balance their funds
Babylon gone
In this culture of a headache
And the cost of the pathetic
Go write your own song!
A Perm and decay on cross colored stain
I wanna see something better
Bitter the taste of the laws that we break To the letter
Throw me away like the trash from today
Cos I wanna be something better
Bitter the taste from the verse that we take to the letter
Go write your own song!