Bullet Club

[Verse 1] I don't know the score no more Run up in this bitch with the home made c4 Not for a protest or because I'm mad Just because life's a bore More often than not I'm aware that I lost the plot Maybe I’ll make it on CNN I’m worth the ratings Or maybe I’ll just blend in Do my shit in the dark Know what I'm saying [Verse 2] A little razzle dazzle For the peasants and chattel You write the songs to make the whole world sing I'll build the bombs to make the whole world sink Or the oceans rise Babies first Manhattan Project Yojimbo in the gutter Play 'em against One another It ain't much of an accident At home with the nihilist set [Verse 3] Here's a clandestine lesson You won't get a vigil 'til you become a victim No one cares about your misery or your sickness Or symptoms til it's too late If you got a problem only you can solve them So why play it straight? And you the third estate What is the third estate? Everything Or that's what they'd have you think Yet they hold you in disdain But in our hands is their fate So cut to the chase and burn down city hall today They say the grass is always greener on the other side of fence But that's nonsense That's bitchshit and that's nonsense Ask yourself who built the fucking fence And who's creating the segments? Listen