Come on everybody, clap your hands
And let's pretend we comprehend the concept of romance
And act like we don't live from day to day on government grants
While we bombard the ones who have no choice with logorrheic rants
Would you rather be a bleeding heart or have a stroke
And light the fire that makes your children's dreams go up in smoke?
It makes me wonder why I even bothered when I spoke
When false equivalence has bastard children with tu quoque

When you go to clean the skeletons out from your closet
You should wave hello to yourself
"Going Galt" and snorting salt are just as bad for your health
Old plague doctors wore their masks to keep from catching illness
Not when they're already diseased
Patient Zero's not the hero, he should be quarantined

Come on everybody, crap your pants
What's more bourgeois than looking down and spitting on the ants
Who built the colony, but never even had a chance?
I mean, it's their fault that they can't afford extravagance
But when you hear about their plights and you don't care at all
It makes their names all blur together and gestaltzerfall
But when the serfs learn how to read, you get uncomfortable
So you get up and burn some copies of Das Kapital
I'll give you bread and circuses if you'll blindly agree
To not protest at the gallows' feet, that's magn-animosity

"Please, mister butcher, put that knife on the rack again
All I asked is if this was halal beef"
"This necklace and matching bracelet are luxurious
They were made out of hibakusha teeth"
The color of royalty used to be purple
But nowadays it's been changed to green
"Veracity's irrelevant if we repeat it enough
Cause all dissenters are censorious and mean"

"Look at all the proles who shove their throats full of McDonald's
Like that shit's all they can afford
Stop the cameras, I know it's cancerous, but it's shit I adore"
Says the oligarch to five hundred media watchdogs
Before shouting slurs about Jews
In the foyer -- "Where's my lawyer!? This can't be on the news"

Come on everybody, drown the witch
I mean, she's obviously evil, you saw her twitch
When someone half a foot a way screamed that she's a bitch
And she commits the cardinal sin of not being rich
This bacchanal's not over until someone dies
And then we feast upon their flesh, save for me the eyes
And use their bones for soup and bake their heart into a pie
Cause what you call "excess" is something I call "足りない"
I'll give you guns and butter if you'll voluntarily
Let me siphon out all your mortal souls, that's necrophil-anthropy
Fuck