This Fox Thinks It's People

Sunday teaching your kid to tie a bandanna
Coz the plague spreads fast and the cops have helicopters
He's gotta cover his little face

Tuesday stuck to a greedy website
They would sell me piece by piece just to survive
They need to break things to live

Thursday foxes are running the henhouse
Have some ideas on how things should be done now
Gotta love their hunger

The rich shackle god and force blessings on their deeds
They rewrote textbooks to suit their own needs
Their time will come now

We're gonna take them all down

Monday after the daily untruth
Occurs a thought concerning the world before you
It never made any sense

None of it makes sense

Let's tear it up, kids



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Writer(s): Jon Fricchione
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