I am taxed and over-charged
Beyond my limits
Under the radar
Solidarity is not mentioned here
The wolf shows me her beautiful sheepskin
I'm a sucker for it every time
Your bubbles and guffaws don't fool me
Your party mentality and whatever attitude
You're merely a dolt
I went with it while holding hands with my resistance
My heart tried it out with damn good intentions
"What's wrong with a little fun?" ...it said
My head battled the whole way screaming "Mutiny!"
And kicking dents in anything it could find, mainly my skull
You will not even get the meaning of any of this
Because my words don't register in the Fuckipedia.com that exists in your head
