your friends are impressed with your industry clout. they say you're hot shit but your fire's gone out. play it safe? you might as well spit in my face.
turn in your badge and gun cause you're a disgrace. watered down, you're a repeat offender. it's time to fall on your sword, boy. it's time to surrender.
you scratch your head and wonder: "how did it get so tame?" i can't help thinking that it's all a frame. singing rebel songs but you're on a short leash. you should be ashamed...