"Give 'em The Ripped One" by Kid Dynamite

If I murdered millions tell me would you believe?  If I
called it social progress would you fucking believe in me? 
If I sugar coated lies, would you believe?  Like razors down
your throat you swallow you're pride and it eats you alive. 
It seems a mind of it's own gets battered down and bought
out.  Uh oh.  Ideals lost, not found, what now?  Quick to,
shake the hand of a suited man, with bloody hands.  Uh oh. 
He pulls you in.  This time, he wins.  If I bought and sold
you're freedom would you believe?  Distract you with the
excess culture?  Would you fucking believe in me?  If I
denied everything?  You're soiled like you're soul.  You dig
your own hole.  And you never get out.  If you say that you
can seize the day, I'd say get off you're knees.  And muse
about what they can do without and dismiss what you believe.