Surprise!

(This Song's Got A Point)

Some make noise!
Just to hear the sound of their own voice!
They are poised,
To help but they simply destroy!
Skanks and pretty-boys!
Whose music of meaning is devoid!
Others exploit!
The fear they see in other's eyes!
They've got a choice!
And they choose to murder, steal and lie!
I'll rejoice!
The day they're strung up by their ties!

(1, 2, 3, 4!)

Surprise!
This song's got a point!
Surprise!
This one's got a point!
Enterprise!
I just hate to disappoint you!
But surprise!
This song has a point.

Children cry!
'Cause their selves are but shattered memories!
Poisoned by!
Ritalin and apathy!
So they won't rise!
And be who they're supposed to be!
Their minds made toys!
By those who abuse authority!
Monsters employed!
To keep our nations youth safe and free!
But they're demons who enjoy!
Deconstructing liberty!

(1, 2, 3, 4!)

Surprise!
This song's got a point!
Surprise!
This one's got a point!
Mainstream lies!
You're full of shit, so fuck you!
Surprise!
This song has a point.

I've got a point!
That cannot be destroyed!
By the sick tools those in control deploy!
And the fiends that they appoint.
For every girl and boy!
Who's been robbed of their voice.
I spark and puff a joint,
And commence my honest noise!