What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes

Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now

We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?

Wind down inside your atavistic allure
The value of a summer spent, and a winter earned

For the rest of us, there is always Sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breath
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube
And hope you get a taste

What the fuck is all this for?
What the hell's going on?
Shut up!

I could go on and on, but let's move on, shall we?

Say, you're me, and I'm you
And they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again

That's where you go when there's no one else around
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse, and a finger on the trigger

"Classified" my ass! That's a fucking secret, and you know it!

Government is another way to say "Better than you"
It's like ice but no pick
A murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world
Where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware

Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for
Humph, isn't that sweet?

And we're all gonna die some day
'Cause that's the American way
And I've drunk too much, and said too little
When you're gaffer-taped in the middle
Say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and see what's happening
Shut up! Fuck you! Fuck you!

I'm sorry, I could go on and on
But it's time to move on
So, remember: you're a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple clean
Shit snort, and blaspheme
Let the heads cool, and the engine run
Because in the end everything we do is just everything we've done