I still get angry
I still get sad
And the losers still drive me mad
And I wonder
If I have anything to say anymore
Oh yeah I wonder if I have anything to say
Except the masses are asses
They’re all asses

Things still [bad word] me off
And things still make me cry
Poetry’s in motion but not in mind
Poetry’s in motion but not in my mind
Poetic justice [bad word] in time
And I just have to laugh
I just have to laugh
Because the masses are asses
We’re all asses
Masses are asses every day
Masses are asses in every way
Woo woo