F.U.

Lyrics
One, two, three, four You got it comin' to ya Let's make it perfectly clear Don't let the bastards rule ya Or sell you out in fear Across the great divide I'd like to take a shot The will to survive A generation's caught And if it weren't for suffering, we'd not know how to bleed Rely upon ourselves to siphon out the greed One thing is for certain, we can't keep on pissing on this world no more Cast into the shadows Educate on what's real Cast out you fakers Love your haters Time is runnin' out While he's castin' doubt Upon our very futurе Down for the count The lies, so obscеne But this is not a dream This is reality television TV I don't think we're capable of takin' anymore 'Cause who knows what is next or what is in store? If we don't wake up too late Look into the child and see their fate Cast into the shadows Educate on what's real Cast out you fakers Love your haters (Fake you) Why don't you fake yourself? (Fake you) Go fake yourself (Fake you) Go arrest yourself (Fake you) At the bequest of yourself (Fake you) State of Address yourself Fake you! We're gonna make it great Take you for a sucker Home of the brave Pledge to the mother We're gonna make it great Take you for a sucker Home of the brave Pledge to the mother You can't fake the news You can't fake the hate You can't fake the fire Can't fake the race And one thing is for certain, we don't get a second chance We cannot afford to pay your circumstance The cost of braggadocious? Welcome to the end of us Cast into the shadows Educate on what's real Cast out you fakers Love your haters (Fake you) Why don't you fake yourself (Fake you) Go fake yourself (Fake you) Go arrest yourself (Fake you) At the bequest of yourself (Fake you) State of Address yourself Fake you! Fake you!
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Credits
- Writers
- Sebastian Bach
- Michael “Elvis” Baskette
- Steve Stevens