Bourgeois fascist, mighty warrior of the right You're scared of your shadow Your favorite shade is white Front high class like you're the shit I'm done I've had it Wave your hands up in the air Scream hallelujah, king shit is here I keep on trying I keep on thinking I keep on dying I keep on sinking I keep on pushing I keep on moving I keep on losing I keep on bruising I keep on hating I keep on waiting I keep on thin ice I keep on skating I keep on slipping I keep anticipating I keep it off the hook I keep my temper cooked Is that a voice just in your head Now what exactly make you think That you'd fool us with your smile Man, we all know you're a fink Point out the obvious for a living You don't even need to think Cut off your digits And make your hands bleed Don't push my buttons When your hands are clean Won't get them dirty But you'll bite Now get the fuck out This is my right Now it's my turn to set the record straight You got a lot of pull You got a lot of weight Phony m.c.'s You got a lot of clout Phony m.c.'s Put your head out