Every morning they confer with the press
  Just to point a few fingers
  Fix the blame for this mess
  The spokesmen waffle and the jerk-offs complain
  In a stream of rhetoric
  Piss themselves down the drain
  Then it's time to go home
  Time to go home
  What will they say when it's gone
  The whole world's gone
  So they call a cease fire to bury the dead
  And just delay it for an hour or so
  Loose talk of cowards and leaders that lied
  What does it matter once we're vaporized
  Say what the hell's going on
  Then it got so bad I couldn't breathe the air
  So I became my own church and begged for sanctuary
  Welcome to my revolution