Scum Pop Cliche'
He points he points he points he points he points his fingers at
Someone that he can blame, blames shit on everything
He blames shit on a category that he don't fit in
Another news report, another lost victim
He blames the rape on a victim that drank too much
He blames the bombing on a religion that he don't trust
He blames the shooting of children on automatic guns
Well I got an idea, I got an idea
Yeah you know what to do
Take those questions that got you burning
Take those concerns and cry me a waterfall
Back when momma told ya not to talk to strangers
Back when poppa told ya not to beg for favors
Back when teacher disciplined your bad behavior
Now the news man tells you that your life's in danger
And the police tell you that your life's much safer
And the government tells you that it's getting better
Yeah you know what to do
