You hungry fucking piece of shit

Extreme bloat is the name of the game

Shaking hands with all the people

Under your boot

It's not what it seems

Shut up with all this fucking noise

When we got politicians playing with their toys

Billions of people being bombed everyday

And all you care about is the wait time of your fucking

Latte

Where's your grit?

Where's your fire?

What happened?

Oh I know

Here it comes

We're all monsters

Who require a sing along

To be good and honest