He s a big man in his chair way up in the hills.
Well fuck that fan man- he ain t never done nothing for me.
You want it, you need it. Why don t you reach up here and grab it?
You re owed this and you deserve it- I don t think you earned it.
Immortalized somewhere between this and thank you lists!
Have you forgotten all the people? I bet you already have.
Break these bottles over your swollen skulls cuz I can still smell
the sweet stench of afterbirth on your breath.
So fucking what have you done for us?
Have you given to the rest of us?
Have you taken what was meant for us?
What s left for the rest of us?
If you re not concerned, why are you paying such close attention?