At ten AM on the weeks end The cattle come and dig in To tread on everybody that gets in their way A donkey show at an all time low We watch them rot Can they be saved? Ignorance can't hide the pain
Drinking beer and talking shit Showing off to bigger idiots (Solo)
Each decade there's a brand new breed Of tattoo toe-heads, junk-sick hopeless Just like the others, they will never be free
A public prison that they binge in Self-proclaimed kings of their castle Protecting fake territories They don't see The result of their decay Throwing life away Glad it ain't me
Swinging fists then swinging hammers Crying out for any answer
