I don't need your absolution To keep my sins from damning me I've made this bed to lie You can keep your revelation Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a blaster at your side, kid But you said we'd see the day when the sky came crashing down Yet here we are standing face to face With your lies, your convenient alibis Who will save you now? I don't need your picket fences No money down modern convenience instant winner fantasy You can keep your star spangled dream I've woken up from it on the wrong side of the bed But you said we'd never see the day when the bottom would fall out Yet here we are, standing face to face With the path, that is traveled down and worn And the comedy goes on (until) There are no more lies No platitudes of an afterlife, of skycake or a plan divine No more cries Of I deserve a bigger slice, and fuck you man, cause I got mine No more lies Of spreading democracy with a bayonet and trust me I'm from the government No alibis For everything done in God's name, and every time we've passed the blame To everyone who plays the game and thinks they'll beat the house.