Would you exist without all the fists the music clenched for you.
You're dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist.
Right down to your views.

CH: It's more than points that break.
There's no threat. Little promise
to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I don't want to hear it.
Go preach to your fucking choir.

You piss and moan for what's no longer your own.
You're pissing on the motives of my friends.
I understand what you're saying, what you're going through, but your point never ends.

CH: It's more than points that break etc

The ticket price. The songs that you write.
"We've got out eyes on you.
The internet is just a minute away.
I'm telling on you."

CH: It's more than points that break etc

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Thanks to (Gus) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 24, 2008