One million died to make this sound   Can't learn the words if you don't know the feeling   Can't get the feeling if you don't know the sound   One million died to make this sound   Your band   Your band is bland   Your band is bland ambition      Can't live on their remainders   We'll starve on it for sure   Their way is debt and prisons   They are burning half the world   A feast of filthy feasts, man   Stale air and dead parades   The pretense of their awful gardens   Monuments the mess they've made   Give me a goddamn shovel   I'll dig my own damn hole   We drank 'til morning made us   Then ate the shit we stole      I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.   I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3   I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.   I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3...      One million died to make this sound      I learned it / at 17 / on drugs / and well policed /   It kissed me / as I fell / with fists full / of ringing bells /   So get fast / and get quick / with dum hearts / and swung hips /   Our dreams / deserve it...   (silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)   (silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)   One million died to make this sound...