You want it  We need it  You know it's just an endless game    You steal it  We feel it  Things have always been this way    You hold it  While we mold it  You know it's just blue collar clay    You love it  We loathe it  It's a fucking tragedy    [Chorus]  Take what you want  Take it all    We sow it  You sell it  Plastic lives and plastic graves.    You push it  We pull it  All that's new still feels the same.    You own it  We're shown it  Wrapped into a green bouqet.    We fight it  You flaunt it  It's a fucking tragedy.