March Of The Heathens

Ovulated, Consummated, Incubated Everybody grow up Masturbated, Educated, Inebriated Everybody throw up Get in line, Stay on time, Make a dime Everybody grow up Pantomime, Bottom line, It's a crime If you want to fight the system, put your toys away Turn around and grab your ankles, you know you're gonna pay If you want to fight the system put your toys away Turn around and grab your ankles, take it anyway Take our breath from our lungs But they will never hold our tongues Cut our hearts from our chest But they will never take what's left Aggravated, Motivated, Contemplated I'm about to blow up Infuriated, Masticated, Strangulated I'm about to blow up Such a mess, Nothing left, Must confess I'm about to blow up Building stress, Motionless, Never rest If you want to fight the system put your toys away Turn around and grab your ankles, and take it anyway Take our breath from our lungs But they will never hold our tongues Cut our hearts from our chest But they will never take what's left Take our breath from our lungs But they will never hold our tongues Cut our hearts from our chest But they will never take what's left Life's a bore, Start a war, Want some more Never gonna grow up Such a chore, Out the door, Nevermore