Lyric

You like a bad egg

Roll and bad, roll and bad

I don’t wanna be like you

It’s only your life. Pops for sales

Well well well, start it now

Punk rock show

You have a lot of money, and no love

Would you got me an American dream?

God damn, your way

Everyone follows you

It’s fuckin peaceful communities

Have you ever felt it?

It’s just a near death tune

It’s just a near death tune

Pretend, safe place, it’s bull shit

I prepared for you

God damn that way

We’ll never follow

God damn