Lyrics
It's us
It's us
It's us
Who is our problem?
We are the problem
We're plant-based crooks at the back of the bus
We are a factory of turds, noxious gases, empty words
We speak, we leak like a building covered in rust
We are the retarded klan shaking with a closed hand
Spewing with a stupid band
It's us
It's us
Welcome to the reign of error
We are sugar peddlers
Get the fucker out
Get the fucker out
Get the fucker out
Get the fucker out
Get the fucker out
Get the fucker out