Lend Me Your Brain (I'm Building An Idiot)

you can't lead the punks to reason, but you can't make them

think, and lifelong trouble with the burning fists and

angry hearts of america's young is a fear of the new and

the narrow outdated tunnels they see the world through. and

where to turn, but up one's own ass where the answers are

free but shit, nonetheless.. we're used to the smell and

content with the mess because a slogan's much easier than a

second guess.. and still we water paper flowers, thinking

we've found the way for tomorrow, lest we forget: the empty

heads will always be the first to try and kill what's

already dead.