Lost my faith
in institutions
Your thoughts and prayers
Give no resolution

Too little too late
Too tight we’re wound up
Got gun sales surging
Yea, bullets for backup

So take a deep breath, if you can
Stand up son, and salute the flag

Put a price tag on our lives
So everything can coincide
With your quarterly projections

We’ll sweep this fire under the rug
And give off a big shrug
When they press us on it

I just can’t take this
Q-U-A-R-A-N-T-I
Anymore, anymore
Q-U-A-R-A-N-T-I
Anymore, I’m losing it

G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E every politician
That would rather make a buck than
Understand the right position

We watched the death toll rise
And watched you close your eyes
As they ran out of supplies
100,000 lives

Everybody get back to work
We’ll lose a couple geezers but their lives are worth it
Give you money to show we care
A couple hundred billion but can’t tell you where it went

G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E every politician
Who would rather make a buck than
Understand the right position

Hope the pain that’s in my chest
Ain’t strong enough to stop my breath
Cause I’d like to see tomorrow

They used their inside info to protect portfolios
Put their money into masks
When we would need them most

No, give it up

Can’t we enforce the DPA?
So top bidders wouldn’t have to pay

Instead, we’re auctioning off lives.
America, where everybody has a price.

Wake the fuck up