You were born into, a world that seemed so comfortable
Believed the smoke that blew, legacy by skin you wear
Now the anger brews within, it's brewing up and spewing out
Cause you know you just can't win
Your solution's gripping gun in hand
And on the tube at night, your pundits remark
Bomb them straight to hell and let God sort them out
All your stinking life, oh we felt so miserable
Pointing shaking hand, it's them that stole your promised hand
And on the tube at night, your pundits implore
If all of them were gone - we would have more
You point the finger gun in hand, you blame all of them
Running children targets now, they're your offering
To your pundits eyes, who blamed them all, you let the mirror fall
Oh they fell, oh they fell
