Hey Bobby

By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas<br>they were questioning who the real threat is<br>Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century`s plague<br>no matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed<br><br>Don`t forget what two plus two equals<br>Don`t let them upgrade your math no matter what they have as proof of evil<br>Remember when they went after the Jewish people?<br>You don`t recognize that same black mask as see through?<br><br>Attack of the eagles. If they don`t fall dead<br>before they reach me, I`ll be damned if I don`t shoot one in its bald head<br>Fuck what we`re force fed. All I ever wanted<br>was a warm bed and a house that wasn`t haunted<br><br>I`d rather die for a cause than to die just because<br>we exhaust natural resources forced into wars<br>restoring wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor<br>"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw<br><br>Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind<br>and guarantee they will change with time<br>Your outline is pixelated with poor resolution while<br>downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style<br><br>Head first in a trial. I`ll second the motion<br>`Til the jury`s bored to death and puts your neck in a notion<br>The situation`s volatile. A naked problem child<br>is trying to find the right clown costume to make his father smile<br><br>So he bombs while he tries to tell jokes<br>This ain`t a false alarm, can`t you smell the smoke?<br>You`re in the line of fire where they buy and sell votes<br>Our sense of liberty doesn`t ring true, stupid, that`s why the bell broke<br><br>Trench coat Mafiosos propel rocks<br>at recruitment officers and rebel against cops<br>`Til they hurdle infinite circles in small cell blocks<br>Turtle upon turtle `til they`re all shell shocked<br><br>This so-called president got elected in a court room<br>With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune<br>We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war assume<br>the revolution stopped. This ain`t a protest tune<br><br>"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They`re up to no good just like the old days<br>They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave<br>"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It`s our turn to stand over their grave<br>I`m a do it right this time...I`m awake...I`m a wait until their fuckin` skin decays."<br><br>You can`t roam a lost land as the last existing dinosaur<br>There`s no escaping ass kickings in these times of war<br>replacing apples with hospitals...where doctors are hostile<br>Killing two pterodactyls with one fossil<br><br>I got you. If they don`t fall dead<br>Before they reach me, I`ll be damned if I don`t shoot one in it`s bald head<br>Fuck what we`re force fed. All I ever wanted<br>Was a warm bed...and house that wasn`t haunted<br><br>Thumb through novels to have your fingerprints match<br>The description of criminals committing innocent acts<br>of compassion for tired civilians crawling with pistols<br>While we fire million dollar warning missals<br><br>Force the issues in the back of your head where eyes roll<br>Brain wash yourself out of that mind control<br>Or act a fool like you`re told<br>But we won`t see no type of justice `til that bitch removes the blindfold<br><br>This ain`t a "Love it or leave it," it`s a "Change it or lose it."<br>I`ll never sing the anthem of a nation who never faces the music<br>Chasing an ever-elusive caveman<br>in space ships that makes trips to the futures that are name-brand<br><br>Faking progress...but we ain`t advanced<br>Enough to change the posture of our ape stance?<br>They`ve got the key to the city but they prefer the break-in entry<br>Duck and weave, I`m shedding light in their shadow box to make it empty<br><br>"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They`re up to no good just like the old days<br>They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave<br>"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It`s our turn to stand over their grave<br>I`m a do it right this time...I`m awake...I`m a wait until their fuckin` skin decays."<br><br>Attack of the eagles. If they don`t fall dead<br>Before they reach me, I`ll be damned if I don`t shoot one in its bald head<br>Fuck what we`re force fed. All I ever wanted<br>was a warm bed..<br><br>There`s nothing scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts<br>Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts<br>The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close<br>Shows a heartlessness that doesn`t register on stethoscopes<br><br>Sell your hopes for a homeland security chart<br>`Til your sense of self is broke and no man`s pure in the heart<br>Preventive detention for the folks who never left home<br>Tensions have grown into a 24/7 red zone<br><br>Scare tactics...have got you under control<br>The fear factors of a color code. The uppers know<br>They can`t hold you down without having anchors attached<br>"It`s all the same." Nah, balls and chains on ankles don`t match<br><br>So drag your torso back to the off road<br>We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain`t lost the wardrobe<br>Go window shopping for your next free meal<br>Cuz when we start the revolution all you`ll probably do is steal<br><br>"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They`re up to no good just like the old days<br>They played dead when you stood over their grave, Bobby. They played dead when you stood over their grave<br>"Hey, Bobby...them bastards are back. It`s our turn to stand over their grave<br>I`m a do it right this time...I`m awake...I`m a wait until their fucking skin decays."