Little Kitner Boys

What's the value of a soul?
Same as the crude t-shirt you bought on your stroll
Down the boardwalk with your tub of fries
While tiny zombies snack on your insides
You know I get that you just want to leave it all behind
But you can't see the ocean if your eyes are melted blind
Hit the beach and while these microscopic sharks
You just ignore before you know it
You're a crowd of little Kitner Boys
Spilled out on the docks for all the town to see
You began a tourist now you're just fresh meat

You say it's nothing but a Bill Gates ploy
It's your economy he's aiming to destroy
You're selling rafts
You're selling rafts
You're selling rafts to little Kitner Boys

I know you gotta pay your rent
You got bills and you barely made a dent
But is it your precious rights that are being denied?
So much for all that shit about being pro life
Sometimes I just think you're out to annoy

I hope you figure it out
I hope you get what you need
Anything else that you take
Is just your own greed
I hope you figure it out
I hope you get what you need
Everything else that you take
It ain't empathy
I hope you figure it out
I hope you get what you need
Anything else that you take
Makes us the disease