It’s the men behind the green curtain. Green for money and that’s certain. Monkeys in black suits and they’re twerkin’. Duck and dodgin’ herkin’ and jerkin’. Industry and oil is the sermon. They got a lesson to teach to all the vermin. Better stay in your place, that’s what you’re learnin’. They don’t give a fuck about the people that they’re hurtin’. Dark money is channeling through the PACS. Billions in bribes so stand back. Black suits step n’ fetchit like saps. If you’re like me you want to hit ‘em in the sack. This is their message for the gnats. For all the people with signs and silly hats. A foundation to collect the money traps. Once you get in you can never get back. CHORUZ: It’s past damn time that we KillaKoch. Had enough of this shit we need to KillaKoch. To get the money out of law we need to KillaKoch. Put two into the eyes of a KillaKoch. There is no justice ‘till we KillaKoch. 99’s rise up we got to KillaKoch. Let’s make the people believe we got to KillaKoch. Let’s put a red dot on the KillaKoch. Go ahead and vote against your best interest. Waste all your fuckin’ time on pintrest. Subscribe to your favorite barbiturate. Watch TV until you’re drooling and listless. Don’t let anyone tell you your business. Or let anyone question your fitness. Contort to fit the lies like a gymnast. Dumb, blind and born again like an infant. Truth is inconvenient like rashes. Bring on the slow motion car crashes. Your blood boils and your teeth gnashes. Eat up the privilege and white ashes. Keep you coming back like a masochist. Let’s find out whose writing is the trashiest. Jump in line like a good little fascist. But you’ll never find out where all the cash ist. So he says he’s a social liberal. Right. And I’m a fuckin’ white Aryan. At the zoo you’ll find the barbarians. I’ve never seen so many Libertarians. Shh, be quiet and don’t scary em’. If you get enough guns you gotta marry ‘em. You got a small enough dick you open carry ‘em. There ain’t enough bullshit in this terrarium. This is the world that they want bad. Where rights disappear with a stamp pad. Think tanks churn hate into the want ads. People begging so much they need knee pads. A nuclear family and a launch pad. Communist black lists and the whole bag. I’d rather masturbate with a brillo pad. Than have the same exact world that my parents had.

Truth stands for itself. Righteousness needs coercion to make it true. Truth speaks for itself. Righteousness needs lies to make it true. Truth only needs itself. Righteousness needs violence to make it true. Truth perpetuates itself. Righteousness needs murder to make it true. Truth is recognized by your senses. It’s what you can feel, not what you believe. It’s what you receive, not always what you need. It’s what you can see, not everything that you read. Truth is recognized by your senses. It’s what you can smell, not what you can hide. It’s what’s inside, not everything you confide. It’s what you experience, not all that you’ve tried. Righteousness is the way that I don’t like you. So I come up with ways to differentiate, something obvious and easy to hate. Righteousness is the way we come to hate you. So I put you down and tell you that I’m better, I make others believe it together. Righteousness is the way I am entitled. So I start out rich and born with a crown, and keep finding ways to keep you sitting down. Righteousness is greed unbridled. So I make sure that I never have to share, and I make sure you know that I don’t care. Truth stands for itself. Righteousness needs coercion to make it true. Truth speaks for itself. Righteousness needs lies to make it true. Truth only needs itself. Righteousness needs violence to make it true. Truth perpetuates itself. Righteousness needs murder to make it true. Truth is recognized by your senses. It’s what you can love, not what you can fear. It’s what you can contribute, not what you can smear. It’s what you know is right, not what you want to hear. Truth is recognized by your senses. It’s plain to understand, not written in code. It’s easy to speak, it’s not stilted in prose. It’s not cultivated, it just naturally grows. Righteousness is the way I want to fight you. So I come up with a cause over which we do battle, and conjure more sabres that I can rattle. Righteousness is the way I invent god. So I can say that mine is bigger and better, I make others believe it together. Righteousness is the way I pass the law. So I can say that my rules are divine, and I will whip the godless heathens blind. Righteousness is the way I declare myself king. So I can say that my might makes right, and force everyone else to fight. Righteousness is killing 12 journalists for drawing a cartoon of your prophet. Truth is doing your best to make sure it never happens again.

You think you know more than a doctor because some blogger told you on the net That doctor has twice the education of you and he’s not even done learning yet. You think you know more than an engineer because some drunk fuck told you at the bar But that engineer can build machines from scratch and you can’t even drive your car You think you know more than a climatologist because some doofus told you at bingo You’d have to go back to school for 10 more years before you can even learn his lingo You think you know more than a biologist because some truther whispered in your ear But that biologist is working hard long hours to cure everything you fear. No clean water for you clean air for you clean food for you hygiene for you No computers for you no cars for you no internet for you smartphones for you No GPS for you no iphone for you television for you photographs for you No beer for you no wine for you gourmet for you chocolate for you But lucky for you, you deluded oaf, science knows better than you think you do You can take advantage of all of these things but only when it suits you You take the credit for all these things but only when it benefits you You can get cured of all of your ills but it’s somehow all thanks to you You stand on the shoulders of science but the smartest guy in the room is you. You think you know more than a chemist because of a conspiracy theorist’s yarn But you’ll realize too late that it can’t be fixed 10 years after she raised the alarm You think you know more than an ecologist because of some youtube talking head But it’s way past time for a second guess after all of the trees are dead You think you know more than a psychiatrist because of some new age book that you read But crystal necklaces and armbands can’t fix the shit rolling around in your head You think you know more than your pediatrician because of some blonde actor on fox But you won’t be the only one suffering when your baby dies of the whooping cough No glasses for you cancer treatment for you vaccines for you mammograms for you Pre-natal care for you antibiotics for you penicillin for you painkillers for you No air conditioning for you no heat for you soft bed for you hot shower for you No makeup for you warm coat for you warm boots for you shampoo for you But lucky for you, you hypocritical fool, science knows better than you feel you do. You can take advantage of all of these things but only when it suits you You take the credit for all these things but only when it benefits you You can get cured of all of your ills but it’s somehow all thanks to you You stand on the back of science but the smartest guy in the room is you.

Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the dumb The gullible are easier to keep under thumb We’ll declare you irrelevant, you’ll never be wise Because we aren’t even sure which ones are the lies Let’s feed the little people with little sound bites Dream up some scandals and pick a fight Get the base riled up and get the people so mad They won’t even notice how they got it so bad We’re tired of the games you play with our lives We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives And if we all stepped up we could give you all the boot But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the cheddar Let’s change the rules and make profit unfettered Got stocks in our pockets and investors too Artificially inflate, revalue, and who knew? We can create profits out of thin air! And the money is really there, really, we swear! But as long as we’re all playing on this pitch We might as well get each other filthy rich We’re tired of the games you play with our lives We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives And if you reached even further you could grab more loot But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the weak We’ll uplift the rich and destroy the meek Our ratings are in the basement but we don’t care Because we are the creators of balanced and fair We can use humanity’s instinctual fear To keep different away and what’s familiar, near If we keep them afraid, they’ll fall right in line Even though we never had their interests in mind We’re tired of the games you play with our lives We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives You could prance around like a piper with his flute But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the world Let the drums be heard and the flags unfurl Let’s put the young and impressionable on the front lines And in our cozy war rooms, we’ll have good time We’ll destroy and maim from behind a computer They’re really not people, it’s just a first person shooter We can make the world hate us, make perpetual war Because we don’t remember what we’re fighting for We’re tired of the games you play with our lives We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives And if we all had shovels we’d dig you up by your root But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit

Stay poor, never get ahead, live paycheck by paycheck until you’re dead Minimum wage slaves, all the rage, swing burgers and dishes, never able to save Live on the verge and don’t know what to do, lost your job from getting the flu Dead and dying, halfway to your tomb, from preventable illness in the emergency room No state assistance for your medical needs, congress doesn’t care, only the poor bleed Almost done in by cancer but you might as well be dead with hospitals holding debt over your head Your whole family is bankrupt but they don’t care, Big Pharma profits from the dying everywhere There’s money to be made from treating conditions, but curing the sick was never healthcare’s mission You want a good school, quality classes, a college education? Fuck you, pay me. A high-paying job to make ends meet, no paycheck-to-paycheck? Fuck you, pay me. Get out of the ghetto, clean life and living, no housing profiling? Fuck you, pay me. You want to eat a decent meal, no junk food lunches, quality nutrition? Fuck you, pay me. Your parents said college would set you free, but they never told you what the cost would be Graduate into the cutthroat dog eat dog, throw them to the wolves so you can feed the fat hogs Good luck moving out of your parents’ home, and good luck making headway on the student loans No chance for forgiveness even if you die, your parents will be paying off Sallie Mae’s pie. Hello and welcome to the middle class mess, you wanted to be rich but you’ll settle for less They said you’ll work for a living but you’re on your knees, because they sold all your jobs overseas Corporations hire workers as a last resort, they overwork the minions and they sell them short Trickle-down economics, from the top, once it gets down to you, you barely get a drop You want to retire, but the pensions are gone, on 401k? Ha! Fuck you, pay me. Social security, you paid all your life, but if they privatize? Fuck you, pay me. Senior citizen centers, meals on wheels, Medicare and medicine? Fuck you, pay me. Do you keep the lights on or eat this month, on fixed income? Fuck you, pay me. They want to get rid of government oversight today, hand out vouchers, go pay to play Kill benefits for soldiers, dissolve the VA, support your troops, yeah that’s what they say But when the fighting is done and the cows come home, that’s when the troop supporters make their colors known They use you on the front lines to be killed and maimed, but they won’t send their own kids to do the same The bridges are crumbling and the roads too, loopholes and tax breaks benefiting few Police forces for profit, military riot gear, protect and serve? We meant abuse and fear Your house is on fire but that’s not their concern, you better have the money or they’ll let it burn You can cry all you want, please officer, save me. But they won’t lift a finger until you Fuck You Pay Me. Potholes eating cars, but futures are up, Wall Street is happy so Fuck you, pay me. Billions in profits, gambling without risk, too big to fail. Fuck you, pay me. Bail out the banks, stash the cash overseas, tax dodging scumbags. Fuck you, pay me. Laid off, disabled, repossess your car and your house and your life so you can FUCK YOU, PAY ME!

I might welcome a philosophy that lets the past sleep in peace You might mourn the silence when your echo chambers cease I might welcome the careful resolution of infectious madness You might mourn the quiet passing of your elevated status I might welcome a time where greed doesn’t reign supreme You might mourn the dissolution of your perfect pure dream I might welcome a day when people keep their optimistic view You might mourn your tainted soul but I will not mourn you I might welcome a different runner and another path to try You might mourn the destruction of your carefully manicured lie I might welcome a world where helping others outnumbers hate You might mourn the dissection of your extravagant estate I might welcome a view of the world not frozen in the past You might mourn the irrelevance of your immaculate caste I might welcome a change in thought and a different point of view You might mourn your falling star but I will not mourn you I might welcome an ideology not frozen in the ages You might mourn the comfort of your superficial rages I might welcome a reconstruction of society’s accepted norms You might mourn the dissolution of your broken ways and forms I might welcome level heads instead of stuck and stodgy minds You might mourn the tarnishing of your polished and practiced rhymes I might welcome a place where many don’t have to serve the few You might mourn your fading prestige but I will not mourn you Fade to white Don’t be afraid Let it go Your time is over It’s someone else’s turn Let it go Don’t be afraid Fade to white

I am the god of gay! I make the crops dry up and the locusts come I make the sky get dark when I get some And you’re never the same when I get done I am the god of gay! I rain on your parade and your church outing I can rust your car with the jizz I’m spouting I’m all up in your tents and your boy scouting I am the god of gay! When I suck a cock lightning strikes And when I swallow, lightning strikes twice And I know if you’ve been naughty or nice I am the god of gay! When I go to the beach I cause tsunamis I cause a hurricane when a gay gets married And I killed your dog from the diseases I carry So your bed is empty and your wallet too Your marriage is on the rocks don’t know what to do Your kids are a mess and you treat them bad Their teeth are rotting from all the meth they had Your roof has holes and your daughters too Babies on the way don’t know what to do Your life could have gone many different ways It’s all your fault but sure blame it on the gays I am the god of gay! I got the liberals in my back pocket Hypnotized with my DeGeneres locket I got equality laws next on the docket I am the god of gay! I’ll brainwash them all with Modern Family and Glee I got Cher and Streisand on my marquee I got the tears of evangelicals in my tea I am the god of gay! I’ll destroy Jerusalem with a wave of my hand I’ll banish them all from the promised land Then I’ll lounge in the desert and get me a tan I am the god of gay! Just listen to your pundits and TV flunkies You’ll be able to marry a dog or a donkey I’ll bring a smile to the faces of inbred honkeys Your attitude sucks and your love life too Stay at home watching porn don’t know what to do Your belly is fat and your health is a mess You’re going crazy from all the work stress Your time is over and you’re waiting for the end Paying your way and praying to ascend Your life could have gone many different ways It’s all your fault but sure blame it on the gays I am the god of gay! I shoot gay bullets and then I reload I bring pestilence and famine to your zip code Every time I fart, a chapel explodes I am the god of gay! I’ve got fantastic pecs and imposing abs When I breathe on your kids they turn into fags When I looked at your wife, she got the crabs I am the god of gay! I’m in the locker room in the public shower I’ve been in there for the past 2 hours When I come out, I have rainbow powers I am the god of gay! When a dick goes in the ass volcanoes erupt I make the virgins impure and the kids corrupt I’ll make it feel good when you get fucked I threaten your life with my very presence I bring down demons with my very essence The more you talk about me the stronger I get With your bitter words and your empty threats If you hate enough, you’ve got something to hide In most homophobes, there’s some gay inside But keep up your signs and your spiteful ways Your bigotry is your fault but sure blame it on the gays I fucked your wife in the ass and she liked it But when you ask her about it… She’ll just blame it on the gays.

They call it the thin blue line It’s supposed to separate us from crime But if I’m covered by protections that the law provides, why do I feel like I’m on the wrong side? They call it the thin blue line If you do the crime, you do the time You’ll find the deck is stacked and no matter the facts you’ll see the law is just an abstract I seeeeeee you, yeah that’s right, I’m pointing at the boys in blue You better watch what you say and watch what you do because my camera is pointing at you You used to get away with anything you want and then write it down in your report And your buddies in blue would always back you up, you’d get unconditional support A jury would always believe you because your credibility was always spotless With your innocent face, your pristine record and your bible-sworn promise But the camera shows what was always known, that justice is sometimes minimal When the one we expect to uphold the laws is the one who is the real criminal They call it the thin blue line Don’t worry, everything will be fine But if I hear a bump in the night and I’m all alone, I’ll think twice before picking up the phone They call it the thin blue line Don’t question and obey all the signs But the laws for them don’t apply to us, so be prepared to be thrown under the bus Now you say that most cops are honest and try to enforce the laws without prejudice But when you protect your brothers at any cost, excuse me if I’m a little incredulous Since you protect your brothers, swear before god and then lie on the witness stand You’ll always get off without ever getting charged because the prosecutor is your right hand You’ll hide, bury, destroy and erase the evidence against your evil deeds The honest ones will lay low and quiet because it’s already been agreed If you were serious about reform and holding officers accountable You’d be testifying against your brothers and holding them responsible They call it the thin blue line Protecting your rights and mine But their rights end when mine begin, and that’s the way it’s always been They call it the thin blue line It separates the sheep from the swine But it’s getting thinner as frustration simmers and blurs the line between saints and sinners You say you only have our well-being in mind and our safety can always be trusted Why are cops getting charged or losing their jobs, and more and more are getting busted? It makes you wonder, was it always this way, was there always a double standard? Were some stories told and questions asked too uncomfortable to get answered? If they say that bad ones should be weeded out and the bad cops are in the minority Then why do most cases not go to trial? Why don’t you exercise your authority? The answer is clear, it’s the boys club and it has always been that way Because when a cop has a gun pointed at you, what the fuck are you going to say?

I am a big man yes I am and I’ve got a big gun I got a tiny dick but I still want to have fun I can’t drive a car or vote but they’ll let me have one I’m a blessed born-again soldier for god so you better fucking run I was paging through gun and ammo magazine in bed one night When a centerfold straight caught my eye I could tell that she was Mrs. Right So I got online and blew my wad I could tell that she and I could dance Before I had a chance to hit buy me now well damn I just jizzed in my pants I am a good guy yes I am and I’ve got a big gun I got a wrist like a girl but I won’t be outdone I’m about to cause destruction that cannot be undone I’m a tin-plated god with a righteous cause so you better fucking run Well they say that god made all men but the gun made them all equal But guns just make it easier and simpler to kill more and more people I can be a paralyzed quad, stuck in a diaper, on a vent, can’t get out of bed But as long as I can still move my little finger, I can shoot you dead I am a strong man yes I am and I’ve got a big gun I got a feather trigger temper and I’m about to show you some I’ll pull out the heat for any old reason, I don’t even need one I’m a hot headed ape and I’m baring my teeth so you better fucking run I want more and more I want to feel safe I just don’t feel safe anymore From the towelhead terrorist bombers that I saw in the Whole Foods store We’re in a war, you see, a war for our souls between us and the infidels Oath Keepers, ISIS and the KKK, the difference is? You just can’t tell. I am a big man yes I am and I’ve got a big gun I got a tiny dick but I still want to have fun I can’t drink a beer at the bar but they’ll let me have one I’m a blessed born-again soldier for god so you better fucking run

Rawr. Hah. Just kidding. Say it like you mean it. I don’t mince words so when I talk, you’re gonna feel it. If you say something that I know is wrong, bet your ass I’m not holding my tongue for long. If I knock your ass down with verifiable facts, don’t get all mad because of what you lack. When the argument doesn’t quite go your way, it’s a knockout, you’ve got nothing to say. I’m a Velociraptor and a Democrat. I got a mouth on me so just deal with that. I’d rather hug a tree than hug a cyborg for Jesus, they come with a hanky every time he sneezes. I’m firmly grounded in reality. Not in a dream world hoping on some fallacy. I believe in what I see with my own eyes and use my judgment to tell truth from the lies. I live in this world, where the fuck are you? You just invent shit out of the blue. You’ve stopped thinking and I don’t even care, but you stop other people thinking and that’s not fair. You expect all the people to believe in your word, to all line up and just join your herd. Knowledge of the world will help people decide, to move on from the little world where you reside. I’m a Velociraptor and a Democrat. And I don’t give a fuck so just deal with that. I’d rather spread the wealth so that many have more instead of keeping it all to myself. I’m a flaming bleeding heart liberal. I believe in the rights of all people. I’ll match my reality against your brutality, you have the nerve to question my morality. You aren’t special cause you say you are, lies and half-truths will not get you far. The poison you preach is simply lethal, you prey upon the poor and the needful. You and your kind promote fear and greed, but your kind is what people don’t need. Spitting brimstone on your megaphone, but don’t point it at me cause I’m grown. I’m a Velociraptor and a Democrat. I’m not hiding anymore because I’m proud of that. I’d rather live in the present than dwell in the past, because your old ways just won’t last. I’m a champion of this Earth. I’m not special just because of my birth. Reclaim your mind and leave God behind and there might be a chance for mankind.