I ain’t got a job cause I ain’t got a car, so I’m looking for a girl with a job and a car.
I ain’t got a job cause I ain’t got a car, so I’m looking for a girl with a job and a car.
80 pounds of make up on your art school skin, 80 points of IQ located within.
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools, you got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules. When you gonna wake up?
After six hours of school I’ve had enough for the day, I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way.
I used to be mad at my school, the teachers that taught me weren’t cool. You’re holding me down, turning me around, filling me up with your rules.
I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.
Anarchy sounds good to me. Then someone asks, who’d fix the sewers?
And if I am elected, I promise the formation of a new party, a third party, a wild party.
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission, ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite. All of which are American dreams.