Gatsbys American Dream And The Volcano - My Name Is Ozymandias Lyrics

With a wink and a nod look we're all giving favors!!
There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand
Examples must be made! Discipline it must be maintained!
See, we're all a little mad here
what a joy it is to kill all my hunger in
three minutes and thirty seconds
cause at the top of the world we're all just a bottom line
someone's been shook red-handed
Dead stage center at the shit-grin parade
beware! beware!
beware of an aging pack of men who think like cats
wow! aint it grand to be part of the future?
A pox on ye phony kings
and all night while you slumber
you'll dream of electric sheep
For we may perish at the hands we must shake
Our bodies longing for the aches to escape
and the filth they'll accept is the filth
that I'm dragging my belly through
cause we're being drowned out in our own f*cking sound
now the teenage birgade has opinions
when I'm weak it is black and they're all capping me
with their cold and metal clutch on us tightly
so get hip to recouping with youth at the bottom of a rabbit's hole!!!