Decades spent on my front porch
Their presence is darkly tattooed
Ashes of the fallen and the
Muckrakers too deep entombed
Sweet memories chipped into me
Disguises arousing doubt
Bees masked as hornets can only
Sting once before spines ripped out
The Brightest hitmen don’t kill journalists
For fear of getting caught
Drive the bounty price up
Until you break and bankrupt yourself
The Brightest hitmen don’t kill journalists
For fear of getting caught
Its time we all reach out and
Crush the whole fu*king hornets nest
Crush that motherfu*ker
Yes
Crush that motherfu*ker
Stay In your protected bubble
Wait til flames breach your way out
Pink pachyderm in the corner
Glares judgingly all around
When did the puppet touch you?
Where did the puppet touch you, you, you?
When did your heroes fail you?
Where does your childhood burn the most, burn
Crush that motherfu*ker
Yes
Crush that motherfu*ker
Set fire to the whole nest
Set fire to the whole nest
Set fire to the whole nest
Set fire to the whole nest
Crush that motherfu*ker
Justice is coming