Middle Finger Response Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek
none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And
they call this peace. That's not how it seems to me. Sugar-coated disease.
Buckle at the knees. Your members of Parliament lining their garments with
hides of the masses (THEIR heads stuck up their asses.) Bald little soldiers
Flags sewn to their shoulders. This insight spawns despair.
Why am I not part of this? Pine cone wealth and cedar-fence bliss? All your
novel themes that keep you amused on your way to the Canadian,
flag-waving-aryan, cunt/cock/ass/mother/father/finger/butt/blood/booger
sucking/fucking/shitting/farting/picking/flicking/dicking

dream!!! Oh yeah!
Nobody cares about the state of affairs. You can turn blue in the face, but
you cannot erase. Oblivious to the obvious. I'm making perfect sense but I'm
not getting through. Progress overdue. But!!!
...don't expect to find me with a note keft to be read. Pistol in my hand and
a bullet in my head. Because the census indicates and this atlas has related
3 billion hymns I haven't irritated. I've got alot of work to do. 3 billion
people. That's 3 billion snotty FUCK YOU's.