The big threads make no sound they go deaf with the rest

Leaving the downtown to the rats and the other pests

Cut back the fat cut back the staff cut the paycheck cut the milk maid

Pee on election day piss like the rest

Same words all sound like lies

Same face looks like someone to blame

Same house on the very same ground

Burn it down with all the glory we gave you bury you

The doggy in the backyard the one that bit you

Chomping on a bone digging a hole

it's a litle beast that makes us feel superior

The little treasure is forever its own

Same words all sound like lies

Same face looks like someone to blame

Same day seems a little darker

Burn it down with all the guilt we feel bury you

New suit for the new clown fresh coat for the old god

Rant the illness spread the disease

A year to build the ship for a little flood

The disk proves your loyalty and the snap shot makes you sick

Bury you burn it down