Lies, lies.
Pile 'em up to the sky.
Stuff yer smile
at the roadkill pile.
Schools out
for the "Wally & Beave",
'cause surfs up
at the Silver Spoon Prep.
If that's the way it's gonna be,
let's skip steps A through Z -
Let 'er rip.
'Till the walls come tumblin' down.
Peddle some hate.
Shift the blame.
Divide and conquer.
Take your slaves.
If we gotta do a "U.S.S.R."
to purge the hands from the cookie jar -
Let 'er rip.
'Till the walls come tumblin' down.
Just how long
do you think this can last?
Ain't you learned Jack
sh*t from the past?
Meanwhile, back at the millionaire's club,
they reach a pleasing accord today -
bought some 10 grand toilet seats
where "Johnny Can't Read" can sit
and p*ss his years away.
Let 'er rip.