Songtexte: Pennywise. About Time. I Won't Have It.

A model brother, a model dad
A model citizen, has somehow turned out bad
Pledging allegiance to another flag
Lifelong devotion to a man think was far from mad

A written word from they think their peers
A little propaganda they became white warriors
Bred on deception and bred on fear
They don't hear the barrage of lies that pass right through their ears

When your head feels like its real close to imploding
And your life is now revolving around hate
All that shit your brain is overloading
Well I won't have it

With help from papers and magazines
Another sheltered chooses what he will not see
Views so distorted how can this be?
When love for hate is the basis for reality

Another headline another bash
Another harmless victim beaten up and not for cash
Insanity well when will it end
If you don't give it up you'll never have the chance to make ammends

When your head feels like its real close to imploding
And your life is now revolving around hate
All that shit your brain is overloading

Well I won't have it

You cannot keep it all inside
You've gotta leave it all behind
You gotta bullet in your head
It's time to make a stance now so make it, make it
You gotta make it, make it, make it, make it

A bloody picture, psychotic dream
Choosing to follow the worst lesson in all history
Just get a future yeah get a life, 'cause if you don't
Instead of mourning there'll be celebrating when you die

When your head feels like its real close to imploding
And your life is now revolving around hate
All that shit your brain is overloading
Well I won't have it

You cannot keep it all inside
You've gotta leave it all behind
You gotta bullet in your head
It's time to make stance now make it, make it
You gotta make it, make it
You gotta make it, make it
Make it, make it