Вершы: Screeching Weasel. My Brain Hurts. Slogans.

Words are stirring
your anger's burning
You could really use a
slogan right now
Eighteen and feeling pretty mean
cause you're sick and fucking
tired out being pushed
around and around
Up and fucking down
You wanna believe
there's an answer well
there's not and the funny
thing about it is that two
hours later they're just words
that you seem to have forgot
Don't think about what's right
or wrong just leave the
thinking to your boss
Do what you're supposed to now
Your heart is pounding
your feet hit the ground
You wanna see some
action right now
Feeling strong gonna right
some wrong gonna raise your
banner and stand up tall and proud
Don't tell me ideology has a
thing to do with it
You like to think you're
different but you're all one
fucked up power trip
And I really don't give a shit
what you happen to believe in
Now you can finally begin
to feel like you fit in
Don't ever listen to yourself
You'll fuck it up just like
you always do
Someone will be there to
explain your job so do it