Crass Fountain

They were running out of streets
To chase the faceless masks up
That were tearing down the statutes
Of the people that they didn't agree with

It was a primal roar
The people thought it was beautiful
I was standing in my bedroom
Staring at my reflection
Nothing resonated
And it's all familiar

Monsanto hates nationalism
Bayer hates your ancient religion
But they'll decry your lack of contrition
Tell you how you're impure

Tell me how I'm impure
Tell me

They were buying up the properties
Near the freezing southern ocean
They were caterwauling at the patrons
Who had come to watch her flay

It was a primal roar
It was the final analysis
I was third in line
It was just how I imagined
A test I could never study
Or sit again in the wintertime

Sinopec loves despotism
Prudential needs your bellicism
But they'll decry your lack of contrition
Tell you how you're impure

Tell me how I'm impure



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Kneipp
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