He walked around, a mouth full of words
Filled with hatred and bigotry
We say shut the hell up, can't stand your bitching
Get off your high horse, your cause means nothing
And you can cut at, the feet of giants
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work
And you can cut at, the feet of giants
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work
Lying to himself, his mind unraveled
We say don't touch them, our brothers and sisters
Your lack of foresight, is only a stone's throw away
You never see too far
And you can cut at, the feet of giants
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work
And you can cut at, the feet of giants
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work
All the politicians, well they suck
Can't get their money, grubby fingers off our stuff
But what's worse, is the dude, trying to kill us
For a cause, he doesn't know the meaning of
Oh the meaning, meaning, the meaning, of
Oh the meaning, meaning, the meaning, of