Letras:98 Mute. Class Of '98. Election Year.

Election time time for red white and blue baby baby kissing and photo opportunities Meet your candidate Ivy league white trash prim and proper nice teeth for the t.v. Here to bring you to the promised land with a porcelain smile and empty promises Sure he'll take your campaign contributions but you can bet he'll never put your money where is mouth is Did you go out and vote today? Do you really think it made a change? How did you feel when you walked away? Like everything will be the same? One thing is evident one thing is clear Nothing gets done in an election year Now let's play watch your candidate kiss ass to the corporate brass 'cause he needs the cold hard cash To finance his big shot at the big dance his big chance to be a real big man Campaign platforms bought and sold like futures on the New York stock exchange A firesale on your future your life is their game wouldn't you like to play Here we go congress one progress zero You think your leaders are thinking about reform They'd sooner
sit and watch our cities burn like Nero Makes you wonder what the fuck you're voting for For a change vote who the fuck are you kidding me What we need is some good old fashioned anarchy You bring the torch and I'll bring the kerosene We'll strike a match and burn this fucker down