The Best Words

100 million chips are down as six eye sockets face the crowd
Permission slips pour out for all opinions not allowed
Newly addressed
We must regress
We're all under a great deal of stress

But we're honna change all that
There's no damn way I can't fix that
Piece-a cake, five minutes flat
There's no damn chance I won't fix that

Behold as I stand a sure thing
A cure a god damn guarantee

And as you scatter and get back to work
That's when the real mission begins
This hyped prototype machine steams and jerks
And miraculously capers away your sins

100 days are done and pitchforks face the chosen one
Communities overrun and scorching in the burning sun
You said that our world was flat
Our trust in an aristocrat

I'm not gonna answer that
There's no damn way I'll answer that
Stop talking, send him back
There's no damn way I'll answer that

Take some responsibility, furthermore
You knew what you signed up for

So dump your car on the side of the road
Buzz up and prepare to start a fight
You won't need Rosie where we're going to go
We're holding candles to the devil tonight

I never said this would be positive
I simply promised it'd be huge
And that it is and that it is!
And all you stupid coffee boilers
Can't do shit about it now so sit it out

And let the crowd throw their hands up in the air
Let them hoist me in a chair
Let them pretend that I care cuz they're allowed
To count their own lives on it
A steaming pile of bullshit