Motorcycle methamphetamine shit parade
I’m calling all out war on the golden gate
So sing from the heart, or sing from the soul
But I’m never going back to san francisco
I wanna know how much money was spent
On lavish hotels built on cheap cement
Your calls go unanswered
By those held chains in self contempt
I see right through your lies
Fancy wigs, polka-dot bowties
Your pleading’s enamored
In thrift store bought mom and pop disguise
And it’s all I can do to keep quiet
Sing from the top of my lungs
Wrap the bullshit up in gold so you can buy it
How much longer can I hold my tongue?
I know where the donations went
Your deep pockets full of addiction
A few misplaced receipts, ponzi-scheme, truthful contradiction
I see right through your rouse
Fake mustaches and cheap tattoos
You always aim to please
But those who donate are sure to lose.
And it’s all I can do to keep quiet
Sing from the top of my lungs
Wrap the bullshit up in gold so you can buy it
So hand over your hard earned money
Fund my dream as you sacrifice yours
And like bees who’ve been robbed of their honey
And the keeper sets fire to the door
Help me, help me, I’m acting up again
Bipolar fueled, I am the exception
I’m impervious to society’s rules
For I eat immaculate conceptions
Megalomaniac, hitler’s son
I find the latter hard to swallow
But if I play my cards right
I can fool you all to follow
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me!
