I'm gonna rant and rave I'm gonna lose control if they get me mad I'm staring at the TV screen They're staring right back I got a bottle in my hand I think I'll blow them up
I'm gonna weep and wail I'm gonna gnash my teeth at the lies they tell and half the people in the world don't even know where they are don't even know they're being had I'm gonna wake them up
(Believe me you'll find out that everything's rotten from bottom to top through and through All gold is just glitter all gains are ill-gotten But now what the hell do we do . . .)
I'm gonna scream and shout I'm gonna stamp my feet 'til a policeman comes I don't care what they say Don't care what they write down Book of Rules or Book of Life I'm gonna tear them up
(now who wants to be just a bug that they trample Well you see what has happened of course 'cause instead of using the force of example Now it's just the example of force . . .)
