it's burning and it's burning, it's burning,

a fire inside that i just don't believe

some call it anger, some say frustration

but i think i call this big greed

this time the circus has left without us

and we could run away

the french is the center now,

hey boys that's great



when i woke up in hawthorne,

i took ocean down to the fairground to see everyone

so beautiful that i drown in the waves of the haircuts

spin kicks and jumps

well i got my bottled water and my nachos,

it came in under twenty bucks

i got this bad taste in the back of my mouth

from my time on the back of a bus



this summer vacation, it's cheap and it's true

it's ideals are intact, it's the best we can do

this time you turn into your own enemy

not sell outs but dictated economies



(whoo!)



these thieves, these thieves in their flip-flops and bro attitudes

are the very reason we do what we do

when i say fuck the man, it's what i believe

no matter who that man happens to be.

no matter who that man happens to be.



this kevin or that one, it all seems the same

exploit the avenues, fix all the gains

maybe they'll buy everything that you sell

but i'm outside these fences,

rolling fast down that hill...



for your empty tale

mother fucker!