I'm a generation laser on a suicide craze
I am a fallen word on a holy crusade
This is the land of the free, the home of the brave
I give you freedom of speech but I don't like what you say
And tell your children that your pleasure caused them pain
I told you never to play
With those dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
I am the famine that follows the feast
I see a beauty consumed by the beast
Well you could work like a dog for the rest of your days
Or you could crawl in the dirt
But I work in mysterious ways
Tell your children that your pleasure caused them pain
I told you never to play
With those dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
This is the land of the free
Home of the brave
I give you freedom of speech but I don't like what you say
So tell your children that your pleasure caused them pain
I told you never to play
With those dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
Dirty needles
