1, 2, 3, 4
Well...I..won't be caught living in a dead end job (job).
While praying to my government, g uns, and God (God).
Now it's us against them,
We're here to represent.
And s pit right in the face of the establishment.
And now I don't believe (In having faith in nothing!),
Stand on my own (G ot no sympathy!).
Wasting the youth (While being young and useless!),
Speak for yourself (And d on't pray for me!).
Well because w e're doing fine,
And we don't need to be told.
That we'r e doing fine,
Cause we won't give you control.
And we d on't need anything from you.
Cause we'll b e just fine,
And we won't be bought and sold,
Just like you.
(A call across the Underclass)
Calling out loud with no respect (spect)
I'm not the one, just an other reject (ject)
I'm the voice to offend
All those who pretend
Unsung against the grain I'm here to rise against
And now I'm desensitized (I state my place in nowhere!),
Burning the flag (Of the d egeneration!),
Everyone sing (The Anthem of no future!),
Down with the mass ('Cause we're n ot listening!).
Well because w e're doing fine
And we don't need to be told.
That we'r e doing fine,
Cause we won't give you control.
And we d on't need anything from you,
Cause we'll b e just fine.
And we won't be bought and sold,
Just like you.
(May I have your attention please…
I pledge allegiance to the underclass as your hero at large.)
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1, 2, 3, 4
We're the saints of, degeneration.
We don't owe anyone an explanation.
Fuck elitists,
We don't need this,
We're the elite of just alright.
And well because, we're doing fine
And we don't need to be told
That we'r e doing fine
Cause we won't give you control
And we d on't need anything from you
Cause we'll b e just fine
And we won't be bought and sold
Just like you
