First they take the wheel, and ask you to get over
Then they take the car, hit hard into the corner
Then you're on your a**, before you know what hit you
You could take the bus, if you had anything but an (argue)
Then they're in the fields, croning with the maggots
Digging up their plans, like cold-blooded insects
And they take their time, with men and women feed you
Cannot figure out, and what has gotten into
How this life's gone wrong
And this feels bad
This don't feel right
Tastes like...
They don't know which side they're on
Don't even know which side they're on
Don't even know there's a war going on
How do they win, don't even know there's a war going on
Then they're in the towns, putting up their billboards
Putting down the crowds, insulting men and women
And then they take the wheel, turn hard into the corner
Watch us pile on, like ants on water
Watch us piling on
Like ants on water
Watch us piling on
Like ants on the water
Then they take the...