Текст: Charles Bronson. Complete Discocrappy. Debate Team Bake Sale.

Draw the sword we've all seen before
The bandwagon cuts deep and drains
out all the fun that I
fuckin' ever had in me

With quick tongues, the blood runs fast
but I hope in two weeks your beliefs still last
cuz it's fucking politics, not the music
that you dumbasses all romanticize
So who fucking cares if I make a fool
out of myself in your eyes

I just can't find the right words to scream
that cookies and cake will never fuckin' set a prisoner free