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Lyrics

... and here's to
The gods that you believe in,
The ones who only weave sin
Into a tapestry of wool to pull over your eyes.
Here's to manic-depressive schizophrenics who plotted their own demise.
Here's to guys who try to rise above a patchwork quilt of lies,
And here's to those who bow before the throne of the one they call "Lord of the Flies."

It's like I'm
One typewriter in the land of 10,000 Xerox,
And the world's so overpopulated now that snipers can't even get clear shots,
And mere tots grow up to question "Exactly what's there to fear?" Lots!
When that blanket of sin you got's covered with blood, track marks and beer spots,
But fear not! The SRZ is back and I'm ready to attack n' shit!
Get down n' dirty if you want to, but my style is immaculate.
Paper? I really don't care about stackin' it - that's tragic shit.
I'm badly sick of seein' these wack-rap fanatic kids.

And here's to responsible corporations and the people who support 'em.
Here's to fetuses of all nations and the people who abort 'em.
Here's to post-mortem surgery that detects the cause of the crime,
And here's to those times my mind finally broke down and caused a pause in my
rhymes.

But this ain't one of those times!

I ruptured the foundations of your mind and planted new soil there
To make you open your eyes and stop lookin' for the spoils where
Victory goes to those with their money tied up in oil shares,
And that fast food you eatin' got less protein than boiled hair,
But it tastes about the same, so who's to blame for this corruption?
You're the corporation, financing yourself without interruption.
We judged each other from the get-go, based on false assumptions;
Now we choke on tobacco and weed smoke like we're dying of consumption.

Here's to the last real human being on the face of mother earth;
The one who takes responsibility to relieve another's hurt;
The one who looks beyond skin-deep to determine his brother's worth,
And the one who adopts before contributing to another birth.

Here's to you, kid: what you did was really and truly incredible;
The impression you left on me was completely indelible.
Here's to you, kid: what you did was really and truly amazing;
You sacrificed your life's work like it wasn't even fazing
You, kid: what you did was really and truly astounding;
You were more than willing to cherish each and every lost-and-foundling.
Here's to you, kid: what you did was what we all should do;
You made me believe that despite my evil, I could be good, too.