you know me,
i got a new life crisis every fuckin’ week
i’ve just been taught to believe
in the power of defeat
always leaves me nauseous
& costs me my patience,
doctor, i’m anxious to see
when all this pain will prosper

but if it don’t, tho, i got a need to know 
so i can cut this shit out 
& roll on with the show
close my eyes & go with the flow
but damn, nurse, this is startin to hurt!
& not just me, i’m turnin into a monster
everybody thinks i’m a fuckin impostor
like i jumped out my own skin
& somebody new stepped right on in

shit- i been relapsin on everything i quit
i’m just a bit upset & a bit suspect
the meds aren’t helpin,
still not buyin what you’re goin round sellin
to the kids that in you’re spare time
you’re yellin at for rebellin a spell 
in the midst of all the hell you raised
cuz your wages get docked 
when a youngin gets knocked up
by a rapist who’s name she can never forget
but i’m willin to bet it was never in your head

ain’t that right, doc?
not it’s fuckin not
these pigs are protected by all the fat cops
claiming they’re effectively correcting 
whatever scum pops up
but in reality, it’s goddamn police brutality
white boy gets off on a technicality
& it’s just a formality
of the american mentality 
to question the legality of certain sexualities

so how do i stand with uncle sam’s hands
cuffed around my throat
while he quotes a wrong note 
he’s devoted his life to
with the hope that it’s all true?
everybody wave the red, white & blue.