F****n' Believers

Huh!
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Clear the area
I don't understand

So this is no second, third world, this is a war
Feelings grow so cold
See, I'm not fluent, I'm slow
I'm not sitting first row
I'm not flying first class
Got no backstage pass
No shame I'll confess

I'm standing with the last ones you consider
I'm another one of them fuckin' believers

Huh
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
You're like, "What?"
Hear you, I can't
You're like, "What?"
I don't understand

Whether I will live or die
I'll pick this side
So fuck you and the grammar
I ain't climbing no ladder
I'm already sad, don't need to get sadder
To face the truth is the one thing that makes me feel better

I'm standing with the last ones you consider
I'm another one of them fuckin' believers

Huh
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Clear the area
Eat your money then
Huh
Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Breathe polluted air
You're like, "What?"

Clear the area
You're like, "What?"
Clear the area
I don't understand

Huh
What?
(Clear the area) what?
What?
Hear you? I can't (huh)
(Clear the area) what?
I don't understand (what?)
What?
I don't understand (huh)

What?
Hear you? I can't!
(Clear the area) what?
I don't understand