The Best Words

100 million chips are down as six eye sockets face the crowd

Permission slips pour out for all opinions not allowed

Newly addressed

We must regress

We're all under a great deal of stress

But we're honna change all that

There's no damn way I can't fix that

Piece-a cake, five minutes flat

There's no damn chance I won't fix that

Behold as I stand a sure thing

A cure a god damn guarantee

And as you scatter and get back to work

That's when the real mission begins

This hyped prototype machine steams and jerks

And miraculously capers away your sins

100 days are done and pitchforks face the chosen one

Communities overrun and scorching in the burning sun

You said that our world was flat

Our trust in an aristocrat

I'm not gonna answer that

There's no damn way I'll answer that

Stop talking, send him back

There's no damn way I'll answer that

Take some responsibility, furthermore

You knew what you signed up for

So dump your car on the side of the road

Buzz up and prepare to start a fight

You won't need Rosie where we're going to go

We're holding candles to the devil tonight

I never said this would be positive

I simply promised it'd be huge

And that it is and that it is!

And all you stupid coffee boilers

Can't do shit about it now so sit it out

And let the crowd throw their hands up in the air

Let them hoist me in a chair

Let them pretend that I care cuz they're allowed

To count their own lives on it

A steaming pile of bullshit