Some chain reaction is trying to run through me.
And I've been waiting all along.
Cause I've seen the toxic pit grow into a hillside.
Now they're selling land rights in the sun.
There ain't no money back guarantee.
It never made much sense to me.
Boxed in and building with kindling and firewood.
I want my money back.
There's no satisfaction.
The kids are mad today.
Cause we've been leading them wrong.
Lead in each caustic sip.
Cancer in their tan lines.
Choking on a wildfire in the sun.