Tears (Lyrics)

Six classes under the big top Blood and gore circus put on by cops Show you slides of smashed-up cars Driven by drinks driving from bars Bloody dismembered murdered people Killed by drunks behind the wheel Toy with your emotions, you start to cry Make sure you're seen in the public eye So pissed off, so fucking mad You start a fascist group called S.A.D.D. Now I've got fines I can't pay From a 10-year-old beer in my package tray My life's the shits because of you If I had my way I'd fine you too But you'll get what you deserve, it won't be hard When they draft your ass into Nicaragua's backyard