we’ll take what’s yours and make it ours
like our dirty whores and our fucked up cars
our wants for more and our hopes gone far
we will win the war and then raise the bar
you think that you can beat us
i know that you wont
you think you’ll take everything
you know that you can’t
you think you have the will to win
you know that you don’t
you think you can climb this hill
i’ll steepen the slant
and that’ll be the end of it
you know i still don’t give a shit