Aye

They don't act up for the camera
 They just sit back and command them
 And collect and deflect and abandon
 They even wrote all the Ten Commandments
 They watched Jesus get nailed to the cross
 In real time and in their heads
 They watched Boudica fall to the Romans
 They watched Lennon as they shot him dead
 They watched Jackie pick up Kennedy's head
 They watched kids go to Epstein's bed
 They watched Hollywood whitewash remake movies
 Of napalm falling like water on rock
 They watched the atom bomb reduce two cities to dust
 And paint the whole narrative as totally just
 They're flyin' drones above our heads
 That paint the ground black and red
 Children's eyes clasped in dread
 They all knew where it led
 Trade ties steeped in guile
 They knew the fall was comin' all the while
 And they doubled down on misery
 The age-old blatant mystery
 Subterfuge in synergy
 Poor, hate the poor
 Hate the poor
 Hate the poor
 Hate the poor
 Poor, hate the poor
 Hate the poor
 Hate the poor
 Hate the poor
 It's a blame game, it's a fame trap
 It's the martyrdom of the spoken
 It's the last breath of the awoken
 And the woke kids are just dickheads
 And the dickheads are all ages
 And everybody's pointing at
 Somebody's sweetheart, I'm a scumbag
 Makin' my peace with the internal drag
 Makin' my thesis on the faceless man
 He's got the whole world in his fucking hand
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 I don't have time for the very few
 They never had time for me and you
 I don't have time for the very few
 They never had time for me and you
 I don't have time for the very few
 They never had time for me and you
 I don't have time for the very few
 They never had time for me and you
 I don't have time for the very few
 They never had time for me and you
 I'm not a fucking patriot anymore
 I'm not a fucking singer anymore
 I'm not a fucking liberal anymore
 I'm not a fucking anything or anyone
 I'm not a fucking anything or-
 I'm not a fucking anything
 I'm not a fucking, I'm not a-, I'm not
 Aye