To the sons and the daughters of fortunate men.
We’re rushing the gates, we’re coming to take.
There isn’t a future, a heaven or hell.
No god up above, just these pigs in the mud.
Hey! Don’t hurt yourself like all the other pigs.
I’m not your fucking friend. I never wanted this.
Climb! Back in the womb. I’m giving up again.
I’m not your fucking friend. I never wanted this.
Hey! Don’t buy a thing they try and sell to you.
I’m not your fucking friend. I never wanted this.
I hope you like the taste of corporate cum.
Guard the funds in your trust or tuck tail and run.
No, I don’t come in peace and I don’t give a fuck.
No god up above, just these pigs in the mud.
Hey! Don’t hurt yourself like all the other pigs.
I’m not your fucking friend. I never wanted this.
Climb! Back in the womb. I’m giving up again.
I’m not your fucking friend. I never wanted this.
Hey! Don’t buy a thing they try and sell to you.
I’m not your fucking friend. I never wanted this.