Just enough freedom to forget you're a slave
Just enough anger to make sure we get paid
Easy does it, baby, don't lose your head
Cause we both now - that ideals - don't sell
Come now, pass us the saccharin
Part one - to part two - who knew
You had it so easy
Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose c*ck you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on
Shake it like a rebel, just don't cross the any lines
Cause family, god, and country are back in style
Sex, drugs, and politics are fine, just remember
That we own you - we bought you - and we'll sell you
Whenever we want to
We break - your legs - and you will
Thank us for the crutches
Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose c*ck you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on
We wanna f*ck, but we end up kissing
Is this still rock cause the danger is missing
You gotta feed it, gotta feed your addiction
So pack a lunch for the next crucifixion
You wanna feel the applause
You wanna win at all costs
Well you better learn to play nice and eat sh*t like a dog
Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose c*ck you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on