[Intro: Vents & Trials] Haha ... okay Na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na C'mon! [Chorus] Na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c'mon!) Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) [Vents] I dwell in the darkest of places Planet Earth, everything tasteless, everybody sound kinda brainless Roll the herb and play the verse Staying immersed in crime, think politics perverse Every day is like May the first in Haymarket Square Heard a lot of martyrs there Making everybody's %#@! list Government to corporate, take back the gas and water %#@! Class War in effect Autonomist populace, hardcore to the death Anti-fascista, John Carpenter creature Terrorising grooves made to reach ya Custom built to feel, $#&@ paying for brand new clothes and looking good for your bros, huh I rock a rag with a bloodstain on it and get more props than I wanted Make you feel like.. [Chorus] Na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na (and the chorus went..) Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (get up and get down!) Na, na-na-na-na-na (huh! yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (me and Trials like..) Na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na [Vents] I want a summer of love, feeling good, got someone to love John Lennon, no Gods, no nothing above Rock Steady Crew cutting a rug On the mic like Soulsonic, 808 drum is a drug Stuck in my room, nothing to do Getting paranoid, feeling like Iran with a bucket of crude Twenty-six thousand nukes with nothing to do McDonald's and them Reeboks coming for you Need a cupboard of food and a roof and I'm straight $#&@ing utter contempt if you run up and tempt fate Back in the tenth grade was a Don Juan Cutting school in the days, ducking rays from a cop car With a Posca on the same bus my dad drove Did he care? $#&@ nah I'm a chip off the old block Pissed off and never get a break outa life, but so what? Uh! [Chorus] Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon! Planet Earth go..) Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah! uh! yo!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (all the chickens say..) Na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na (uh! yeah! if you on booze go..) Na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na [Vents] Rising above like Rollins in Black Flag Pissing in your Louis Vuitton handbag Treating 'em worse than the Grand Dragon in the Klan Vents taking a stand, propaganda by the bedside lamp Your blood on your boyfriend's Skyline floor Let the eyeline pour when it's time for war You denying the dinosaur Swearing that God created man, but God enslaving man with the church and the capitalists 2007, still both tryna gaffle my %#@! Had to resist, accurate, how could it miss? Game of death, Billy Lo type powerful fist Kind of weird like having a brisk Cutting your child's dick to get closer to God, it sounds sick huh I see 'em in the club spazzing out But smoking ice ain't nothing to brag about I make you wanna.. [Chorus] Na, na-na-na-na-na (uh! yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (Ted Keith!) Na, na-na-na-na-na (uh, yeah) Na-na-na, na-na-na (Charlie) Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up, yo) Na-na-na, na-na-na (Blanker) Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) Na-na-na, na-na-na (F. Bison) [Vents] Hah-ha yeah, it's a love song Get your food, eat your dinner, get your desert Sing alooong! {*Vents and Trials chant vaguely to end*}