Tucked a neat little hair behind my eye,
Won't compromise or else I die,
I think you forgot I'm deaf not blind,
Don't you try and get this to slide.

Drag your feet,
Whatever I mean,
Eat your meat,
Keep it clean.

Tired of this endless bitter battle,
Listen to you prittle-prattle,
Spew lies like rejected cattle,
You feel the ground rattle.

Still you're set to follow.

Drag your feet,
Whatever I mean,
Eat your meat,
Keep it clean.

Hurt by the sting of reality,
Won't let go of your banality,
Despite the slaughter's cruelty,
I'm tired of your formalities.