Just enough freedom to forget you’re a slave,
just enough anger to make sure we get paid
easy does it baby don’t lose your head—cause we both know
that ideals don’t sell come now pass us the saccharin
part 1 then part 2 who knew you had it so easy
hit it hit it we’ll go straight to the top
its all a matter of whose cock you suck
we got the money hey come on lets go ha!
You know you want it hey!
You know you want it (well c’mon)
shake it like a rebel just don’t cross any lines
cause family god and country are back in style
sex drugs and politics are fine—just remember
that we own you, we bought you, and we’ll sell you whenever we want to
we brake your legs and you will thank us for the crutches
we wanna fuck but we end up kissing
is this still rock cause the danger is missing
you gotta feed it gotta feed your addiction
so pack a lunch for the next crucifixion
you wanna feel the applause?
You wanna win at all cost?
Well you better learn to play nice and eat shit like a dog!

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