I [bad word] #39; love that one rock video where 
that [bad word] jack [bad word] mohawked millionaire 
prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, 
where by mere chance he's caught on film shaking hands 
with an incredibly diverse collection of patriotic skins. 
I like the message it sends: 
With a Rebel yell, Just Do Exactly What You're Told. 
One million douche bags can't be wrong? 
"When did punk rock [bad word] so safe?" 
You'll excuse me if I laugh in your face 
as I itemize your receipts 
and PowerPoint your balance sheets. 

I hear this year's Vans Warped Tour is "going green!" 
I guess they heard that money grows on trees. 
Hope they ship all those [bad word] bands overseas 
like they did the factories. 

Music's power to [bad word]  renew... 
It's all a distant second to the offers you can't refuse. 
Anyone remember when we used to believe 
that music was a sacred place and not some [bad word] bank machine? 

Not something you just bought and sold? 
How could we have been so naive? 
Well, I think when all is said and done, 
just cause we were young doesn't mean we were wrong. 

And I'll rock back and forth 
on this two-bit hobbyhorse 
'til she splinters and gives way. 
I'll tend the flowers by her grave. 
And whisper her name. 

If anyone out there understands 
can I please see a show of hands 
just so I know I'm not insane? 
Ever get the feeling you've been played? 

Well, that's rock for sustainable capitalism and you know, 
we may face a scorched and lifeless earth, 
but they're accountable to their shareholders first. 
That's how the world works.