I am overground and Out-selling IT.

Since God thinks I don't exist

The Beatings happen Per Minute

This is not

Blue-collar-white-corrective politics

I'm on a HATE AMERICAN STYLE Kick

This is the the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

I'm on a campaign for pain

And when I get elected

I'll wipe the white of your house

The smile off your face

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

I woke up today

and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be

like anyone else

I woke up today

and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to even be myself

I said, no, this isn't your song

We can't all get along

It's too hard to hold hands when

Your hand's a fist

My hate-pop won't ever stop

I'm fucking glad we're different

This is my HATE AMERICAN STYLE

Hit

Don't bring it, don't sing it

Use your fist and not your mouth

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger

and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on)

I woke up today

and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be

like anyone else

I woke up today

and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to even be myself