I'm sorry
if you're not happy
If things aren't turning out quite right
But the world doesn't owe you a goddamn thing, you're an insignificant parasite,
All those rights you think you have
were made up by some guy who didn't want anyone to take his wife or his land,
All your faith, theories, and philosophies that get you through the day
were just to make you submissive, happy, and sane
No the world doesn't give a shit about you, you can put a bullet in your brain for all it cares
All that'll happen is your name will appear in the local newspaper in tiny font in a little square
And they'll be a small gathering of people who feel like they have to be there
But your mother will probably have some nice stories to share
of when you were young, and you didn't think too much
Before you lost touch
Before you turned your back on the world or it turned its back on you, depending who you ask
Anyone who can't handle that reality will be sure to take a swig out of their handy little flask

So you better sit tight, as the plan falls slowly into place

Teachers aren't quite as fond of apples as your saturday morning cartoons may have led you to believe
so if you want you grades changed you might have to be a little more persuasive so uh get on your knees
and pray, that you're not just talking to yourself, 'cause if this is it,
holy shit
what a jip

So you better sit tight, as the plan falls slowly into place

Every hit song has the same four chords
and every hit singer wants those Lamborghini doors
You're being misled by a marketing team
there's a white board in a high up office, men in suits stand around it, written on it is all your dreams

So you better sit tight, as the plan falls slowly into place

As the half assed illuminati fumbles to get oil from the middle east
and dumps fluoride in the water, you can stage a protest where people will flock and then shit and then go somewhere else, just like geese
and the scientist on the sixty second slot on tv had a really good point
as the storm troopers surround a couple of neighborhood friends sharing a joint
and the old people bitch about inflation
in god we trust that this is not a christian nation

so you better sit tight, as the plan falls slightly into place
but it's not right, and the guilty disappear without a trace

You can try to start a revolution but you'll be thrown away for treason
the tyranny was replaced by a more united one
the prophecy fulfills itself again and again
the machine gun is mightier than the pen
everyone's a lot more comfortable
singing songs of revolution to their bedroom wall
so what's already up will never fall
read the books they've written
they've got all the answers so don't ask questions
sign up and march down to war as one of their pawns
get buried in the history they've agreed upon

so you better sit tight, as the plan falls slowly out of place
but it's not right, was it ever meant to be in the first place