There's only one thing left
  They cannot suck on
  Art is commercial trash
  And music's long gone
  The cash cow can't escape
  It's gettin steady rape
  The tags up on the wall are the only thing they can't control
  I think I'm coming off the scope
  All frontiers long leached
  The last form of (tax) free speech
  Is up on the walls and trains
  No radio remains
  No uncut magazines
  No cool unjaded scenes
  'bout to lose my fucking mind
  I can see they're closing in behind
  I'm sick of the anti
  I'm sick of the anti-anti
  Now that the few have raped what's true
  What do the many do?
  Vandalize your values
  Bo hoo, your dollar signs lose
  Even though the world's in the way
  We can Never Slow Down