I think I've been MK Ultra'd
Is that the pigs I hear raiding down the hall
Is that the skunky sweet stench of marijuana
This time we've gone too far
I feel like I've been denied
All of my precious time
So where do you suggest I hide
When it's all been Americanized
You don't have a fucking clue
Next up is acid and cocaine
Let's give it just one last hurrah
Built on the graves of our prison slaves
Thanks America
Let's dance on the sixth floor of the Murrah
I feel like I've been denied
All of my precious time
So where do you suggest I hide
When I'm stuck behind the enemy lines
When we were kids we were made to feel such fear and shame
Just to make a buck and try to rid ourselves of the pain
You can see the solution so clearly
But you hold onto the past so dearly
You gotta let it go
Just gotta let it go
You gotta let it go
Just fucking let it go already
I feel like I've been denied
All of my precious time
So where do you suggest I hide
Well I say let's tyrannicide
Fuck you, America
No, fuck you, America