To The Enemies Of Political Rock Songtext

Look out, lookout it's all around it seems like the only job in town here it is in 1996, you'd think everybody'd be sick of this bullshit But we're not, we just want to smoke pot You can kiss my ass just give me some grass Do it yourself means do it for me, i don't' give a shit just get my video on MTV You know exactly what you want, so don't hide your greed behind me Just own it you little slacker fuck, didn't you hear, there's no free money It's not magic it's work, yeah it's cool and it's work And it can feel like a choice between pleasure and existence.