To the Enemies of Political Rock

Look out, lookout it’s all around
It seems like the only job in town
Here it is in 1996
You’d think everybody’d be sick of this bullshit
But we’re not, we just want to smoke pot
You can kiss my ass, just give me some grass
Do it yourself means do it for me
I don’t give a shit just get my video on MTV
You know exactly what you want, so don’t hide your greed behind me
Just own it you little slacker fuck, didn’t you hear, there’s no free money
It’s not magic it’s work, yeah it’s cool and it’s work
And it can feel like a choice between pleasure and existence