Drop the bomb! Exterminate them all! It's my call. This flesh dripping from my hand makes me no more of a man. People laughing everywhere revolution's in the air. My office looks so different now nobody wants to talk me down Look sir, Simon's on the ledge, that laugh with the bitter edge. Couples kissing everywhere my desolation's in the air. Security and Crowd Control, rubber bullets, a hand to hold. Run away with sugared pills return alone and ill Attempts to re-attain my youth fall thwarted by my wisdom tooth. Broken windows line the street the revolution's at our feet
