Porno, Sex, Drugs, Lies, Money, And Your Local Government Lyrics - Day Of The Death - Death By Stereo

What the fuck?! 

What the fuck were you thinking? 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

With your false truths and you blatant lies 

See complacent stares 

Through controlling eyes 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

Enforcing all your rules through policemen and tv 

You are the worlds greatest artist 

Schoolbooks are you tapestry 

Woven intertwining hate controlled by your ministry 

I hold the scissors in my hand 

Cut the fabric, make you bleed 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

We are the ones that make you weak 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

You sick infection a disease 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

I want to see you on your knees 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

False idols, cheap thrills, fucking sleaze 

Paint a pretty picture, you control the weak 

You sell your lies, your drugs, your hate 

You sell us our own agony 

Put yourself in another man's shoes 

Remember what its like to be 

The one who hates you 

The one who wants to see you bleed 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

We are the ones who make you weak 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

I will not let you poison me 

No sex, no drugs, no sir, not me 

Pull the wool over, cover my eyes 

Priests, politicians, and cops 

Like to fuck just as much as you and me 

You've got a price out on your head 

Its called freedom 

You're fucking dead