Shut Up, Marggie!
When did we get set in our ways? Decide our lives need not be changed? We're not meant to go out at night, not cause mischief or cause them strife, let's all just get set neatly in our place.
Let's all be anarchists. Be thought provoking heretics. Stand strong, eyes fixed on they're machine and throw bombs into the gears of it! Refuse! Refuse! We will refuse! Until the day we die we will refuse!
They'll call us 'terrorists' but, isn't that the point of this? To change what they say that we can't. When they're subtle, we'll be blatant and that's the point they try to make so, let's make these our lives to take and break those fucking borders that surround.
Track Name: Sunday Song
Gotta get up, gotta go to the church cause' it's a Sunday. What kind of shit are you going to teach me that I don't already know? That I'm filthy and some guy with a beard is gonna cleanse me? I think I'd like you better if you weren't telling jokes. Gotta get up, gotta go to the school cause' it's a Monday. Gotta lay down the foundation for the rest of your life. Also know that they're might not be a country tomorrow. So, this class is gonna stave off economic strife? Yeah right. And you try and you try and you try but, you're never gonna get it says some fucking guy in a suit.