Fuzzy math and popular mechanics making waves   and causing havoc while my argument that I get what I earn,   just growing static.   Focus on the steps not on the product,   tease the bourgeois with the lotto,   buy the books to never read them,   send them guns when they don’t need them       Suddenly I can’t remember what we’re fighting for.   All I see is a blond hair,   short skirt demographic giving me the eye.       Color your state blue because it looks tough,   sorry we don’t need that kind of over-compensating llub tihs,   we’ve got guns and you’ve got music.