Boysetsfire - So Long... And Thanks For The Crutches lyrics

Just enough freedom to forget you're a slave Just enough anger to make sure we get paid Easy does it, baby, don't lose your head Cause we both now That ideals Don't sell Come now Pa** us the saccharin Part 1 To part 2 Who knew You had it so easy Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top It's all a matter of whose co*k you s** We got the money, hey, come on, let's go Ha, you know you want it Hey, you know you want it, well come on Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top It's all a matter of whose co*k you s** We got the money, hey, come on, let's go Ha, you know you want it Hey, you know you want it Shake it like a rebel, just don't cross the any lines Cause family, god, and country are back in style Sex, d**, and politics are fine, just remember That we own you We bought you And we'll sell you whenever we want to We break Your legs And you will Thank us for the crutches Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top It's all a matter of whose co*k you s** We got the money, hey, come on, let's go Ha, you know you want it Hey, you know you want it, well come on Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top It's all a matter of whose co*k you s** We got the money, hey, come on, let's go Ha, you know you want it Hey, you know you want it, well come on We wanna f**, but we end up kissing Is this still rock cause the danger is missing You gotta feed it, gotta feed your addiction So pack a lunch for the next crucifixion You wanna feel the applause You wanna win at all costs Well you better learn to play nice and eat sh** like a dog Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top It's all a matter of whose co*k you s** We got the money, hey, come on, let's go Ha, you know you want it Hey, you know you want it, well come on Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top It's all a matter of whose co*k you s** We got the money, hey, come on, let's go Ha, you know you want it Hey, you know you want it, well come on