[Lyric] Fuck Me with a Bag Over My Head (The Sainte Catherines)

I can't see your head
It's just a sinking stone
No imagination, my confrontation
Give me a break

Your company is a killing machine
Your employees are fucking sick
Throw the key and make a wish

I'll put my fist up in the air, let's overcome
"This machine kills fascists"
Well, their machine is killing us all

Break the mold
Untie your neck
Cover your eyes
Say your prayers

There's a new city that we need to see
There's a new wall that we need to paint over to believe it's all true
There is no issuе; lock your door
They're not your heroеs, they're not your friends
The snake is out and he's teaming with the wolves
It's going to blow now
Watch it burn yeah, with a corner smile
'Til the next corner store
Then stop, you burn
You are close to disaster
I choose to bring my own bag
Pick it up, throw it in the fire

Are you a lifetime member of the NRA?
But you lost your card, how sad, you are dead

This movement, we own it
Don't trade it for their gold
This movement, we own it
Don't trade it for their gold