I'm a soap box yelling into megaphones  Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones  Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches  The day that Chris Columbus got crucified in golden arches    My pedestal was too tall to climb off  In fact that's the reason for the high horse  And from up here I see marines and hummers on a conquest  Underdogs with wonder bras in a push up contest  All for the sake of military recruitment  It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students  I galloped off whistling "Ohio."    The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention  But what they'd die for    Breathe in for luck,   Breathe in so deep,   This air is blessed,   You share with me  That clever ad campaign ain't worth  The time taken from minimum wage labor  I don't care how half naked or fake she looks  She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books  So what'd she die for  Slow down Gandhi your killin'em  Slow down Gandhi your killin'em    Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,   (Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder)  Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness  Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density  (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)  It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny    The West Memphis 3 lost paradise  It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies  All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi  Institution    Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry  If they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed air  And marketing healthcare  They demonize welfare  Middle class eliminated, rich get richer  Till the poor get educated    But some of y'all still haven't grown into your face  And your face doesn't quite match your head  And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left  You're all, "give me ethnicity or give me dreads."    Trustafundian rebel without a 'cause for alarm  Cause when push turns to shove  You jump into your forefathers arms  He's a banker, you're part of the system  Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income    The briefcase  The sickness  When the cameras start rollin'  Stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!     The briefcase  The sickness (Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear)  When the cameras start rollin' (So we can get some)  Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em    Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember  Mr. Save The World, spare us the details  Save the females from losing interest  And Miss Save The Universe  (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)  You're a damsel in distress  Tied down to a track of isolated incidents  Generalize my disease  I need a taste of what it's like  Living off the fat of kings  I play the scab at your hunger strike  Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em    One love, one life, one too many victims  Republicrat, Democran, one party system  Media goes in a frenzy  They're stripped of their credentials  Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental  Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all  When the music's dead I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall  Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours  With some friendly fire, that's a funny term, like civil war    Six in the morning, police at my crib  Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids  The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated  New flavor food made of mutated hybrids  Uh    They tell me that it's not that bad  And it fucks you up good, but it's not that bad  They hold on to these tails till it's the dog that wags  God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag    Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?   Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?   It's the same who complain about the global war  But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for    They call the shots  (But they're not in the line of fire) (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)  I call the cops  (But they break in the line of duty)  Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority  The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story    So what's the truth, quit seeking forgiveness (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)  You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors  You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?   Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters    'Cause they don't call the shots  (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) (But they're in the line of fire)  I'd like to call the cops  (But they break in the line of duty)    It's time to call a stop  To the abuse of authority  The truth keeps calling me  And I'ma live to tell the story