There's only one thing left

They cannot suck on

Art is commercial trash

And music's long gone

The cash cow can't escape

It's gettin steady rape

The tags up on the wall are the only thing they can't control

I think I'm coming off the scope

All frontiers long leached

The last form of (tax) free speech

Is up on the walls and trains

No radio remains

No uncut magazines

No cool unjaded scenes

'bout to lose my fucking mind

I can see they're closing in behind

I'm sick of the anti

I'm sick of the anti-anti

Now that the few have raped what's true

What do the many do?

Vandalize your values

Bo hoo, your dollar signs lose

Even though the world's in the way

We can Never Slow Down