This is for the people, they want you This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby President Dead is clueless
And he's caught in a headlight, police-state god And his skull is stained glass
Incubated and jet set The bitter thinkers buy their tickets
To go find god like a piggy in a fair And we don't want to lee forever
And we know that suffering is so much better This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you Getting high on violence, baby
Give the pills time to work We all can't be martyred in the
Winter of your discontent (getting high on violence baby)
every night we are nailed in place and every night we just can't seem to
ever remember the reason why (getting high on violence baby)
And we don't want to lee forever And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people, they want you This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better