To the Enemies of Political Rock

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.



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Writer(s): Donna Dresch, Melissa York, Kaia Wilson, Jody Bleyle
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