Sentimental Street
so stoke the hype machine and let the show begin.
They've got the life that dreams are made of.
Throw in you're hand this is a game you'll never win.
Oh yeah! Call that something? I call it nothing!
You're television lies to you,
feeding you're fantasies of how you wanna live.
Reality's got less attraction.
To have it all there's nothing that you wouldn't give.
Cos the pretty boys and pretty girls never lose and have more fun.
Call that something? I call it nothing!
So forget the free advice m'man 'cos the damage has been done.
Schpamb
G.I. Joe boy
Monkey suit man
Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot
Make less money than a damn school teacher
Ignorant redneck
Squeal, squeal, squeal
I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p-i-g-c-o-w-a-r-d
Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed)
How to serve and protect everything that you hate-wait
Your pencil neck's about to break
Coward, coward
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
Vacuum
Vak-yoom brain ded
Oink-oink, cornfed
No action seein'
Glorified security guard
Causin' more trouble than you find on your silly beat
Useless & integrated
The hate and race war you perpetuate will soon end
Then, you'll be unemployed
Checkin' my ID for a livin'
Insecure, power struck excuse for a pig
Smell the bacon fryin'
See it dyin' in my nice dreams
Slice these officers
Bleedin' from the cap that me just twisted back-snap!
Slut
Coward, coward
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
What's with that chip on your shoulder?