I will sew your mouth shut If you keep it up
You think that I am joking but you have no sense of humor
you're a tumor on this planet
if you keep at it you'll make me mad
a sign with some words on it think you made difference
when that's all you had
There's the dove, or the fist, Do you want to be frisked? Did you get all this?
And I am no dentist, but I will remove your teeth one by one with pliers
It's true I'm a bad man. I got a history, look it up, I have priors
At the shop, got caught, retreading tires
An arsenist, an anarchist who sets fires
A suicide on the market upsets buyers
A prize is given to the all and best liars
Long ago, sold your soul, just another gun for hire
They lose their numbers and'll force you to retire
and when you die we'll staple your coffin with flyers
There's the gunmen, and the list, and all those who they've missed
The ever-elusive terrorist. And who doesn't want to get be kissed?
I will sew your mouth shut if you keep it up and I'm no seamstress
This one goes out to the working class, this one to the teamsters,
this for the humanitarians, these for the teachers and librarians
You put print on every face
You write things that can't be erased
I curse the world for all that made you plural
You leave words in the sky and at my funeral
Then you have the gall to ask for a referral
because
You smooth over the good with the fat of the land
The refuse has stood where the rat will stand
Because you usher in the end of us
I will take your head off for all that you've set off.
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