You got your 24 swastika tattoo yesterday   [inaudible]    You got your 24 karat gold pierced earring in your nose.   Twenty-four years and you still don't know which way the wind blows.      You got no...you got no      You know when [inaudible] disease [inaudible] violence   [inaudible] wish away your parents.   You got yourself a girl with the face and the voice of a whore.   You don't want a phone.   But, you don't know what you kill yourself for anymore.      You got no...you got no...you got no...you got no       You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin   You're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin   You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to fight   You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no soul.      You call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do   You call yourself a rebel but a woman [inaudible] like they do   You call yourself a rebel but you don't talk, act, walk and piss like they do    You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone   So whadya got? A God to pray to?      You got no...you got no...you got no       You're no soul rebel if you spit on your sister   You're no soul rebel with your boot on your shin   You no soul rebel, it's your last chance to fight   You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no      You call yourself a rebel but you call a man a nigger like they do   You call yourself a rebel but you put your woman down like they do   You call yourself a rebel but you rape, scheme and lie like they do   You got no woman, no song, no drone   So what have you got, a God to pray to?      You got no...you got no...you got no...you got no      You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin   You're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin   You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to fight   You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no      You got no...you got no...you got no