Just enough freedom to forget you're a slave, 

just enough anger to make sure we get paid

easy does it baby don't lose your head—cause we both know

that ideals don't sell come now pass us the saccharin

part 1 then part 2 who knew you had it so easy

hit it hit it we'll go straight to the top 

its all a matter of whose cock you suck

we got the money hey come on lets go ha! 

You know you want it hey!

You know you want it (well c'mon)

shake it like a rebel just don't cross any lines 

cause family god and country are back in style

sex drugs and politics are fine—just remember

that we own you, we bought you, and we'll sell you whenever we want to

we brake your legs and you will thank us for the crutches

we wanna fuck but we end up kissing

is this still rock cause the danger is missing

you gotta feed it gotta feed your addiction

so pack a lunch for the next crucifixion

you wanna feel the applause?

You wanna win at all cost?

Well you better learn to play nice and eat shit like a dog!