You want it
We need it
You know it's just an endless game


You steal it
We feel it

Things have always been this way

You hold it

While we mold it
You know it's just blue collar clay


You love it
We loathe it
It's a $#&@ing tragedy


[Chorus]
Take what you want

Take it all

We sow it

You sell it
Plastic lives and plastic graves.


You push it
We pull it
All that's new still feels the same.


You own it
We're shown it

Wrapped into a green bouqet.

We fight it

You flaunt it
It's a $#&@ing tragedy.