There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust
No longer difference between
A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin
And I am sick to d**h of it
So let it burn in the front yard, along with everything I own
Piled up and sprayed down with gasoline
Soak the embers in the broken heads of my guitars as we
Dance around in circles, torch ourselves in effigy
Everybody jump up live, love longer
So are you really listening?
I don't want any part of it
I was worried and upset about what
I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance
Then it came to me,
You gotta turn your back and abandon it
I'm taking aim at you as a focus and recipient of judgment
Your politics are easy to remember
Especially when sung along the beats like this, so
It's a dirty little secret about money?
It's a dirty little secret about poverty?
It's a dirty little secret about hunger?
Another little secret about war and brutality
There is no romance, no glamor in reality
What?
There is no romance, no glamor in reality