Sebastian Bach - F. U. Lyrics

You got it comin' to ya
Let's make it perfectly clear
Don't let the bastards rule ya
Or sell you out in fear

Across the great divide
I'd like to take a shot
The will to survive
A generation's caught

And if it weren't for suffering
We'd not know to bleed
Rely upon ourselves to
Siphon out the greed
One thing is for certain
We can't keep on pissing on this world no more

Cast into the shadows
Educate on what's real
Cast out you fakers
Love your haters

Time is runnin' out
While he's casting doubt
Upon our very future
Down for the count

The lies, so obscene
No, this is not a dream
This is reality television TV

I don't think we're capable of taking any more
'Cause who knows what is next?
Or what is in store?
If we don't wake up?
Too late
Look into the child & see their fate
FAKE YOU
Why don't you fake yourself?
FAKE YOU
GO FAKE YOURSELF
FAKE YOU
Go arrest yourself
FAKE YOU
At the bequest of yourself
FAKE YOU
State of Address yourself
FAKE YOU

We're gonna make it great
Take you for a sucker
Home of the brave
Pledge to the mother...

You can't fake the news
You can't fake the hate
Can't fake the fire
Can't fake the race

One thing is for certain we don't get a 2nd chance
We cannot afford to pay your circumstance
The cost of braggadocious?
Welcome to the end of us

Embrace Your Haters!"