Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree
 And felt the anger of generations
 And been a target for the cheap shots of authority

 So you think you cut me down to size
 Well there's something you should realize
 It's gonna take more than a break in the law
 To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

 CHORUS
 Won't beg, won't bleed
 The end of sacrifice is a threat to society
 Hard line, you'll see
 Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

 I wasn't put here to be treated
 Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone
 You can sweep me under the carpet
 But I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone

 So you think you cut me down to size
 Well there's something you should realize
 It's gonna take more than a break in the law
 To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

 CHORUS

 So you think you cut me down to size
 Well there's something you should realize
 It's gonna take more than a break in the law
 To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball