The big threads make no sound they go deaf with the rest
Leaving the downtown to the rats and the other pests
Cut back the fat cut back the staff cut the paycheck cut the milk maid
Pee on election day piss like the rest
Same words all sound like lies
Same face looks like someone to blame
Same house on the very same ground
Burn it down with all the glory we gave you bury you
The doggy in the backyard the one that bit you
Chomping on a bone digging a hole
It's a little beast that makes us feel superior
The little treasure is forever its own
Same words all sound like lies
Same face looks like someone to blame
Same day seems a little darker
Burn it down with all the guilt we feel bury you
New suit for the new clown fresh coat for the old god
Rant the illness spread the disease
A year to build the ship for a little flood
The disk proves your loyalty and the snap shot makes you sick
Bury you burn it down

Writer : STEVEN SEIBOLD
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC