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