Sons of Anarchy

So, let me get this straight - You’ve got a laundry list of things you’d like to change? Well, that’s just fine. Now step into the tent and form a line I’m glad to see so many faces come out and stand up to the plate Welcome to the song of your escape You’re all so young - but you don’t need to bear these chains, these labor pains Well, I’m here to provide. So empty your mind Whatever you desire, I’ll make it yours in little time Morality’s a crime! Morality’s a crime! I know it’s give and take But ain’t it so pleasing to have and eat your cake? In a little while, you’ll come to See that I’m right. Don’t bother to fight it You like the flashing lights? The monument to sex and knowledge that invites Your tubes to tie. No need to Venture outside. Your screen can decide Will act your guide, your means to confide What a fine, idyllic life! What a fine, idyllic life! The soul that you sold has turned your streets into gold But the problem with gold is that it’s callous and so… Cold Cold Cold Days will pass away and turn into decay, but this is what you bargained for Ring around the PC, take it while it’s easy, ashes ashes we all fall down Family today is getting so cliché, you’ll walk your streets of gold alone Ring around the Party, postmodern anarchy, ashes ashes we all fall down Hope is a child; we’ll see what he’s worth The last human on the face the earth! A test tube birth. A lonely child. Hungry, helpless, meek and mild It’s just as I planned Your daughter is mine Your son is my slave Your self-seeking lives end mankind If we keep our eyes shut, then our story’s been told If we think without heart, it’s the end of the world!