As you lord over this Collapse and catastrophe Its hard to tell if your supporters maintain this presence With larger numbers or larger mouths If its a vocal majority Then by a slim margin Your existence cheapens the species But seems to please the sheep in the cheap seats From deep in the heart of the war machine Its hemorrhaging cost In dollars and lives Is lost on you To one who's never had a real job What worth is money? To one who's never fought a war
What worth has human life? To a motherf*cker that's never had to want For anything in his entire life What the f*ck do you know about our needs? Until that day you Sleep with Reagan Sleep with Hitler And every other murderous enemy motherf*cker Until that day I can spit on your grave You'll continue this joyous mission To k** and starve us To drive us bankrupt I'll wait and wonder Where the next Hinckley will turn up