Bite the Hand

If opinions are like assholes, I'm the dog who wants to sniff them all Stay up late analyzing all the network vitriol Frustration with my nation the reasons are ethereal OCD is just three letters but the words make nine syllables They canonize the brands to fill all the open hands Tip justice's scales, then they strip us all naked before setting bail Pacings always racing, blood unusually thin Appropriation is inflating economical sins Well it's a white man's game its one that even I don't wanna win Bite the hand that feeds you may you never eat again Bite the hand that feeds you, feel the adrenaline Bite the hand the feeds you, an unusual stance Stop preaching at us singer, we wanna dance, dance We wanna dance, dance Senators trying but outnumbered by lust All these special interest lobbies they're a vacuum of trust Moral aptitude involves the tossing of stones While our future bears the burden of congressional tomes Well my ears are listening for the choir to sing of "change" While the tongues of all us singers are only busy casting blame Why do you just stand there...? Why do you just stand there...? When you could, when you could, when you could dance, dance