Gasoline

I’ve got a plan I would like to share, I’m gonna fuck with the people that run
this world;
not one at a time, I don’t have much time, I’m gonna clean this place from
government crime.
Let’s start with the cops, dealing drugs, beating kids around the blocks,
power freaks and homophobes, bullshit playing TV shows.
I won’t wait another hour;
I can’t handle all this power game of censored truth against the youth…
What do you think?
Got a better idea?
How to fight this mass production of fear?
Cause I’m sick and tired of these bullshit liars, dictating how to live our
lives, bring out the knives…
Drinking whiskey, you think I’m braindead…
just frustrated, but I’m sober in my mind, I won’t be wasting any time,
my mind is working overtime just wait and see the masterplan, I’m the raging
bull that will bring down your clan.
And I watch it burn, and I watch it fall, evacuate the city bells ring,
last call, while I’m jumping up and down, always dancing to the sound of a
hopelessly corrupted city burning to the ground…
Burn it to the ground…
All we need is some gasoline