And now that it's dying, we'll ******* to space
Instead of ever trying to fix up the **** place
Like a careless land lord, exploiting the slums
All that matters are our buildings' incomes

We'll go to school and learn to be better
Do our best to earn an award from a debtor
Then enter our sector with these older wage setters
And realize we were tricked by a scarlet letter

I don't know, maybe we're all just ******?
Tired of pushing our luck?
You pushed a gun up to our heads

There's people always dying out East
To look and listen really is just the least
******' thing we can do for them, ain't it?
If only the domestic Nazis would quit

"We ain't got a problem with guns," we got a problem with killers,
Police, race, wages, gender, ***, and the community pillars
Blame drugs and depravity 'stead of the system that ****** us
Like a date-***** co-ed sent home on the last express bus


I don't know, maybe we're all just ******?
Tired of pushing our luck?
You pushed a gun up to our heads

I don't know, maybe we're all just ******?
Tired of pushing our luck?
You pushed a gun up to our heads

Trigger finger, now we're dead