"I do a good impression of myself.."

...Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day Was it WMDs? Or Democracy? Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say... "We don't want to talk about it!"

Your invasion was a crime Your righteous explanations - lies Kicking in our doors, raids at night Won't win you hearts, you've lost your minds. Your killing of my family Did not make a fan out of me If this is what your freedom reaps Keep it for your United States.  I'd tell you all these things but I can't speak because...

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o

It's time to pass the torch,  You're too old to rock, no more rockin' for you.  We're takin' you to a home,  But we will sing a song about you. 

Invest our freedom in failure by design Hands tied with pleasure now we're choking on their cum Guided deception allegiance to a goal That never mattered until they told us so

First we get some surgery,  Lose the kids then our identities. But one thing I know for a fact, Moustache stays right where it's at. REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston. My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it. Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands There's adamantium in those bones He's got a jaw that's made of stone With his barbarian beliefs It's no surprise that he can't be beat He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands

So I felt like the biggest asshole (felt like the biggest asshole) When I killed your rock n roll (Mow down the sexy people) Every time I look In your eyes, every day I'm watching you die All the thoughts I see in you about how I

Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of something I can never be It doesn't bother me, 'cause I will always be that pimp I see in all of my fantasies I don't know your fucking name. So what? Let's. . .

Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kick on the front floor. Mine? Something, inside. I'll never ever follow.

Falling away from me. Falling away from me.

I'm trying to hold it together Head is lighter than a feather Looks like I'm not getting better Not getting better

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry Devil on your back, I can never die

Tearing it back unveiling me. Taking a step back so I can breathe. Hear the silence about to break. Fear resistance when I'm awake.