Tekster:
Ten Foot Pole Subliminable Messages

Mother makes a bath and smiles while she watches her five children drown without a sound Love in sickness and in health her tearful husband pleas in

Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess reigns Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new rules Forbids his listening to punk rock music Tried to

She looks like the type of girl who could ride a dirt bike She looks like the type of girl who'd go wherever I like We could talk about Freud and motorcycle

I was the kid with the backpack full of revolution Listing the crimes like genocide, slavery and mass polution With footnotes and documentation So I

I took this job cuz it was my dream and I work hard for it You congratulated me for not settling for a lesser life And you followed dreams of your own

Yeah I thought that we were A team that we both would fight for A common goal a common dream Holding out as I sacrifice more So confused when you pound