Abandoned Pools

I am armed to the teeth
You can't hold me down
I've turned seething
into a hobby
Why is god out to get us
Can't we just be friends
I feel a twinge of righteousness
Like a corporate hedonist
Armed to the teeth
I'm ready
Go out and spend
Your money
The thugs are banging
in S.U.V.'s
My thoughts are changing into theories
The master of our destiny
Out in the graveyard of good ideas
That could have been the downfall of leaders
Yeah
Armed to the teeth