Song 9 (The Government’s Not Great)

Ey yo, give me an insurmountable problem
And I'll show you real fast, baby, I can't solve them
Like I used to think
It was like Jordan's house, seven days a week
Is it wrong to see the world with my imperialist privilege and twinkle in my eye?
Either way, it all work as I hope
I'll fall in love with moderation and you...

You buy this soap, fucker
You buy this soap
And rub it on your body
Buy this soap
For your dishes, for your laundry
Buy this soap, you fuck
You buy this fucking soap

I think I'm fucked, but it's okay
I can see the world with a straight face, yeah
I can read the books and I can not pace, yeah
In the backyard while my brain shakes, yeah
Anton said the studious are right on
So you know it's me and dar— with the lights on
Hell is a never-ending pit of great despair?
And if you kill, then you go there? What?!

What about the wars?
And the Crusades?
Our government bombing another place?
And all those pilots who made them die?
Are they drowning in a burning lake of fire?

An exceptional few have ever changed their minds
From theoretical arguments, so I shouldn't try
'Cause everyone is just locked in
And I am also locked in
In this race to sell for the lowest price
Find your competitors and rip out their eyes
Twenty One Pilots, 1975
Can I open for you guys?

And then I'm gonna rip out your eyes
Matt, I'm gonna rip out your eyes
Fuck, I wanna rip out your eyes
Tyler, come here
I wanna rip out your eyes
Tyler, come here

I wanna rip out my eyes
Every time I read the news
They surely twist the stories
At least they used to (And that's a fact)
So what would stop them now
From lying to our face?
For something for their policies?

The government's not great
No, they're not very good
No, they're not very great
No, they're not very good
No