No more lying down We've got to speak and move No more righteousness Everything is far too wrong No more selfish tears You haven't paid for them No more dressing up Please leave your costumes Home No more looking down You might bump your head The purpose is within yourself The movement is within yourself Your emotions are nothing but politics So get control No more alcohol It's a Kool-aid substitute No more h**n d**h is not glamourous
No more ruling cla** You're a bunch of silly kids No more image fight It's just a s**er punch Hurt wastes your energy Suffering wastes energy Your emotions are nothing but politics So get control No more number one We've got to quit that game No more attitude Give it back to the TV set No more tough-guy stance I hear your mommy call No more suicide It k**s everyone No more petty love No more petty hate No more pettiness No more pain