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Where are all the stupid people from?

And how'd they get to be so dumb?

Bred on purple mountain range

Feed amber waves of grains

To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on

Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)

Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)

Fear of God

The fear of change

The fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs

There's no answers

Memorize and sing star spangled songs

When the questions

Aren't ever asked

Is anybody learning from the past?

We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done?

I took that .22

A gift to me from you

To bed with me each night

Kept it clean

Polished it well

Cherished every cartridge, every shell

Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt

There's a carcass of my second kill

Down, by the park, under stone, under pine

There's a carcass of my brother William

Brother where, have you gone to?

I swear, I never thought I could

I see so many times

They told me to shoot straight

Don't pull the trigger, squeeze

That will insure a kill

A kill is what you want

A kill is why we breed

The Christians love their guns

The church and NRA

Pray for their salvations

Prey on the lower faiths

The story book's been read

And every line believed

Curriculum's been set

Logic is a threat

Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some time in Michigan

A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime

A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit

A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine

Jerry only stayed a couple months

It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass

Asphyxiation is simple and fast

It beats seventeen fun years of being someone's bitch

Don't think (Stay)

Drink your wine (Home)

Watch the fire burn (Be)

His problems not mine (Safe)

Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling

(For each senseless killing)

For every senseless killing

I'd buy a government

America's for sale

And you can get a good deal on it

(A good deal on it)

And make a healthy profit

Or maybe, tear it apart

Start with assumption

That a million people are smart

Smarter than one

Serotonin's gone

She gave up, drifted away

Sara fled, thought process gone

She left her answering machine on

The greeting left spoken sincere

Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day

A million more transmissions lay

Victims of the laissez faire

Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns

A hundred decibels turns to one

One bullet, one empty head

Now with Serotonin gone

The man who used to speak

Performs a cute routine

Feel a little patronized

Don't feel bad

They found a way inside your head

And you feel a bit misled

It's not that they don't care, yeah

The television's put a thought inside your head

Like a Barry Manilow, jingle

I'd like, to teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

A symphonic blank stare, yeah

It doesn't make you care (make you care)

Not designed to make you care (make you care)

They're betting you won't care (you won't...)

Place a wager on your greed

A wager on your pride

Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore

Intellectually spayed

We are the queer

Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain

One more pill to kill the pain

One more pill to kill the pain

Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe

One more prayer to keep us warm

One more prayer to keep us safe

There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war

Lost the things worth living for

Lost the will to win the fight

One more pill to kill the pain

Na na na na na

La na na na na

Na na na na na

Na na na na na

The going get tough, the tough get debt

Don't pay attention, pay the rent

Next of kins pay for your sins

A little faith should keep us safe

Save us

The human, existence

Is failing, resistance

Essential, the future

Written off, the odds are

Astronomically against us

Only moron and genius

Would fight a losing battle

Against the super ego

When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives

We know the truth, but prefer lies

Lies are simple, simple is bliss

Why go against tradition when we can

Admit defeat, live in decline

Be the victim of our own design

The status quo, built on suspect

Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members of

Club "We've Got Ours"

I'd like to introduce you to our host

He's got his, and I've got mine

Meet the decline

We are the queer

We are the whore

Ammunition

In the class war

We are worker

We love our queen

We sacrifice

We're soilent green

We are the queer

We are the whore

Ammunition

In the class war