(The Long Song Title Song)

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

You're acting like a victim

You're too thick to understand

That this twisted little system's

Got you right inside their hands

Pump your heads all full of hatred

Grab your torches, take the streets

They put the target on your neighbors

That should be on the red elites

So we sing

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

You're so scared of something different

And your mind's too small and closed

Evolution's lost in fiction

If you're too afraid to grow

And you'd rather spread conspiracies

And throw a fucking fit

Than take in your own reality

And stop spouting your shit

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh