Wallies

So this is where the future lies

In a beer gut belly and a open fly

Brylcreemed, acrylic, mindless boys

Punching, kicking, making noise

From the cradle to the city streets

They spill out their aggression

Punch what they don't understand

And stopping all forms of expression

Teaching each other to be men

By spewing in the street

Well, now I know just what to do

To make my man complete

Against the power of their misguidance

We must learn to fight

To be just what we want to be

Morning, noon, and night

Night is for the hunters

And the hunted are you and me

Hunted for just having

Some form of identity

So this is where the future lies

In a beer gut belly and a open fly

Brylcreemed, acrylic, mindless boys

Punching, kicking, making noise

From the cradle to the city streets

They spill out their aggression

Punching what they don't understand

And stopping all forms of expression

Teaching each other to be men

By spewing in the street

Well, now I know just what to do

To make my man complete

Against the power of their misguidance

We must learn to fight

To be just what we want to be

Morning, noon, and night

Night is for the hunters

And the hunted are you and me

Hunted for just retaining

Some form of identity

Night is for the hunters

And the hunted are you and me

Hunted for just having

Some individuality