The Locust - Who's Handling The Population Paste? lyrics

Don't you want to know the truth about dishonorable discharge? For that special one-gun salute to the fellow N.R.A. holes Yada yada yada yada Plaster every sore A question for you my self proclaimed profit, are you angry? Now you can go from c**aine onto Rogaine in 2.5 seconds So become your very own post-civilized, flawless, best friend Microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor Dear fools and barbarians why don't you ask yourself if you can still recall the Alamo In this botched blitzkrieg of drive-through culture and sweaty cadaver driven vessels So call it a lifestyle, but it's really a filthy f**ing traffic jam in Disguise... And you won't say sh** even if your mouth is full of it