Your traditions mean sh** to me.
You're still holding on
To that bullsh** ideology
Stuck in the past
No sense of change to see
A lack of independence
Is what I really see
Like a child with no one to play
You're just tied to your mommy's apron strings.
Use the goddamn thing between your goddamn ears
And start to f**ing think,
Start to f**ing think!
Do you need that following of medieval rules
I bet you need someone to beat that sh** out of you
Knock knock. Who's there?
It's equality kicking your front door.
Your black and white dream is f**ing over
Blank pages on your holy book?
Your church is burning.
Where is your preacherman?
Where is your preacherman?
You are a dying breed.
The water is poisoned.
Can I get a f**ng amen?
Can I get a f**ng amen now?