like new recruits in camo suits
march single file to drums and flutes;
you're a daisy if you do and you're a dead man if you don't
they can't make you give a F**K but they can F**K you if you won't
fresh off the boat, hot out the tunnel cave-in
gave your back and gave up hope
you gave your last buck then you gave in
non-conformists don't exist, it's just a pipe dreamed in the slums
they're only real behind closed doors
when she screams don't stop and he cums
but morning's fresh, like tweeker flesh
scratched down to the newest layer
just before the bleeding but after every tearful prayer
if there was a god in heaven, i'm sure he'd be on their side
and the smog will fill our lungs until the sun and moon collide
they'll take all the apples and the birds and the bees
we'll sweat and we'll slave, made to ship ddt