Gut It

Don't be clueless, I know it all You'll have your answers right before the fall I started this journey with a million or two But alas, fear not, I am just like you Keep fucking gutting it it'll make you feel better Kill the people to feed my friends They'll do what they can to make ends meet No need to find it now moreover One happy corpo to take over Your fat fucking hands are around our necks And I can't help but wonder, what's next Your granny died it was her time I'll cut any cord to spare my dime A system I've based upon my neighbour's Seems that there's no need to pay for all of it Fucking all of it Slow and methodical, I make my way To chop up your vote so I have the last say And to give all my buddies another big raise Just to keep them in power 'til the end of their days I'll bask in the glow of accidental praise I promise that I will never cease to amaze With budget cuts that will roll off the page And enough phony smiles to disguise my rage With a crisis to distance the air of scrutiny You've dodged every chance of a fair-fight mutiny A new scapegoat to call an enemy You're painting our walls with a third coat of clemency You'll fight any fire with a handful of gas The price of which you'll blame on our carbon tax You'll urge all the voters to ignore the facts Go back to your labels and your brother's crack All of it