It would be two thousand and thirteen
it would be a seamless,
dreamless sleep,
I was singing the song with more conviction
than the one who wrote it.
Yeah, you're a believer and I'm
living proof.

From the passive to the partisan
from the advocate to the activist,
oils of mine mix with oils of yours
the spoils of war,
we worship the warship,
now the legion is holin' out
and now the legion has got a hold of you!

There goes the popular children
with their popular wisdom,
music, the solitary thing
flings me around this ****** ring,
where'd you get those lenses you're wearing?
Hey DJ, maestro murdered music today!

That band was brand new,
Brandy gave me a cool tattoo.

Figures, I'm right now.
I figure,
I am right now.