Jump up, get down, drive fast, leave town
Watch out, step back, ten hut, attack
Quick change, no fear, join insincere
I'm tired of regulating, I think I'll turn to hating
I got nothing, I got nada, I got no one to turn to
From the sweet insincerity of each pass in time
I got zip, I got zero, I got zilch
But I'm hoping that one day I'll be fine
I don't know what I'm looking for
I don't know if it exists anymore
Leave your hands to the floor
The great the body count, the greater the score
Fly right, drive wrong, new day, new song
Glass house, throw stone, go big, go home
Run out of luck, guess what, we're fucked
The silence is alarming, I think it's kind of charming
I've got a bone to pick with those bone-pickers everywhere
I've got a throne to sit but it feels like an easy chair
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