None of It

You try to tell me it’s too late

Let me translate: you must be kidding me

I know you think I don’t see the way you do

I’ve been down this whole trash chute

In my jackboots stomping through the worst of it

No I won’t ever bend a knee

No I won’t ever bend my knee

None the shots that I take don’t hit

None of the waves that I’m on transmit

None of them

None of my thoughts could you ever outwit

None of you would make it man you would all quit

All of you, you got none of it

You try to tell me the deed is done

The train is gone, well how come I still hear the engine?

I don’t believe a single word you say

I tried to play the game

But I can seem to fit the mold it’s in

At this point I’d happily secede

No I won’t ever bend my knee

No I won’t ever bend my knee

None the shots that I take don’t hit

None of the waves that I’m on transmit

None of them

None of my thoughts would you ever outwit

None of you would make it man you would all quit

All of you, none of it, you get none of it