the waitress kind of silly
And she resents that everybody
And she's every right you know,
but she's gonna take it slow
Deep down inside you can tell,
And everybody stands in line
So you jump into your car,
And you're tuning to a show,
two more dickheads on the radio
You know they hurt each other's
guts while the songs are playing
And everybody stands in line,
And you think the fat cat's laughing,
well he's running out of things to laugh about
Desperately tryin' to skip to places
the white noise just a trickle
You see one star in the sky,
it's shining like a miracle
So come on, join the plan
The revolution's barefoot
I'm never going to run dry.
So everybody cut the line.
So everybody cut the line.
So everybody cut the line.
So everybody cut the line.