Sitting on a pile of shit
Watching the world go down and your reality sinks
So what you gonna do now boy
With your guns and your bombs and your silly number ones
Cuz you fell on your face what a disgrace cuz
Ain't no one gonna save you from this place
You used to call home know you're all alone
I guess I have to write this fucking song
Are you going to join the struggle and fight me for a fucking loaf of bread
Or will you break and assume the Position
Cuz we're all fucked up now
Meet your new invisible, invincible killing machine
What you took for granted is coming back for your ass
Through your diesel jeans
Did you really think that you were going to live forever and ever
Like some kind of dream?
Welcome to the new conformity
Cuz we're all fucked up now
Are you going to join the struggle and fight me for a fucking loaf of bread
Or would You kill for some toilet paper
Cuz we're all fucked up now
Oh oh oh oh
Face mask heart attack now you want our money back
Build a wall, high and tall
I guess you had it all
I assume my tune is going to end real soon
Stand back attack and take the power back
Oi it's a reality check it's a reality check