If this is
really living
Then why am I so unforgiving
Half the world is down the toilet
Half on its way
If I had a dollar for every time he hollers
Trust us with your hearts and minds
Or I’ll make you pay
Trust me
Trust me
Ask me why you’re feeling screwed
And I’ll give you the answer
There’s a Colon Dick & Bush
Justa hammerin’ away
Ask me why you feel deceived
Stripped of all your liberties
It doesn’t take a genius to explain
That today
Trust me
Trust me
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