There's only one thing left  They cannot suck on  Art is commercial trash  And music's long gone  The cash cow can't escape  It's gettin steady rape  The tags up on the wall are the only thing they can't control  I think I'm coming off the scope  All frontiers long leached  The last form of (tax) free speech  Is up on the walls and trains  No radio remains  No uncut magazines  No cool unjaded scenes  'bout to lose my fucking mind  I can see they're closing in behind  I'm sick of the anti  I'm sick of the anti-anti  Now that the few have raped what's true  What do the many do?  Vandalize your values  Bo hoo, your dollar signs lose  Even though the world's in the way  We can Never Slow Down