Come hear the boys
Can't sing in tune
Can't play guitar
And banging on the drums
like a drunk baboon

You can say these chords are simple
See they bite like pitbull
Scratch, and pull, and blaze away
No bleeding tongue will betray

Say what you want
Say what you will
I savor the taste in a bitter pill
Cause it tastes good

Organize an army of your
pleasure seeking comrades
A chorus-line of chemicals
and spirits cheap but not bad
The lighting's just a bulb or two
The stage is just a blank space
Speed the beat up, loud and quick,
For cat will win the rat race

Ronald Reagan
The ghost of pagan past
Robbers pay me
In cold and clean demands
Free from seats and stands.

Its a rolling, roller coaster
Going down now
When the tensions getting higher
Take that lighter and
burn the fucking bar down

Now when the tensions getting higher
Isn't it cold in here?
Look at this scene with no desire
We're going overboard, whoa-oh

So take this lighter,
we'll burn it and run, run, run.