Self-pollution the game I play Fight all night and a rampage every day I'm a night fighter striking from a hidden rebel base Barely holding back the skull I keep behind my face You can't make me live the lie Cool and collected in a suit and tie Beneath the newsprint, the true headline Naked ragers with their hammers high We don't come here to be nice We want an aneurysm every Friday night War! War! Wage the war! Smash and grab what you desire Out of your mind, into the fire We're going haywire Preposterous and of unsound mind I laugh out loud at the words I have underlined Scawling manifestos just for you dear friend A grim prediction of the rotten end You can watch me do ghost hands Extend my eyebrows from the tip to the end In my sandwich board I point to the sky My premonition that the end is nigh Try to be good but what's the use Everybody wants a good excuse Play their game and still you fail Running hot and off the rails