I'm sick of everyone saying they're something that they're not
People do anything to get what they want
I heard another lie,
Should I slip it under the rug until the day I die?
I've had too much to drink, not enough to think,
Me and everyone all full of shit
I'm sick of the lies,
Sick of the disguise,
Sick of all this shit
Every time I open my eyes
The cops and the nazis look the same to me
The racist and sexist should hang themselves from the trees
The worlds a bad joke
And no one finds it funny
Just old men hurting girls
And the law of King Money
Broken souls, broken dreams,
How many things are not what they seem?
Broken hearts, broken homes,
How many people gonna die alone?