Old man, dirty old man, walking down that mile long road Got a suitcase in his hand but he's got to place to go His shoes don't fit his coat ain't clean
Everywhere around the world people want their voices heard I just want my 15 minutes instant fame and fortune please see them all on MTV I just want
The more I look the less I see propped up infront of my TV I'll scale these walls before I'm free, kill my pain and then my grief Sitting all alone and
Call in the troops an load up the bombs we are we are we are we are marching to war and a war can't be won we are we are we are we are my gun is pulled
History repeats pressure make it quit age old slavery plan exploitation of man when I die bury me in the dirt where I won't need no money and I won't
Little pussy where you lie where you sleep got a bag of filthy clothes and your bed has no sheets must have run until you were shot down protect what
You can hate me I'm no porno star I know what you look like and where you are you live in a box I keep hidden on the shelf way down in the basement when
On 8th street avenue b on the east side there stands a man selling death to the passerby wicked white evil in powder form 20 bucks what a rush shoot
Murder, seduction lechery and treason the course is plotted and it's been mapped out it's time to execute the plan at hand to begin it's time to unfurl
