So Long... And Thanks For The Crutches

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 pa*s us the saccharin part 1 then part 2 who knew you had it so easy (chorus x2) hit it hit it we'll go straight to the top it's all a matter of whose cock you s*ck we got the money hey come on lets go ha! ha! you know you want it! yeah! 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 s*x drugs and politics are fine—just remember that we own you, we bought you, and we'll sell you whenever we want to we break your legs and you will thank us for the crutches (chorus x2) we wanna f**k 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! (chorus x2)