Lyrics:

heads of state who ride and wrangle
who look at your face from more than one angle
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets
now heads of state who ride and wrangle
who look at your face from more than one angle
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets

shut the f*** ahhh
no shut the f*** up
right right learn to buck up
right shut the f*** up
now now learn to buck up

now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

shut the f*** ahhh
no shut the f*** up
right now learn to buck up
right shut the f*** up
learn to buck up

now simple feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smokey spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness than
sombre thoughts of burning planets
now clever feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smokey spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness than
sombre thoughts of burning planets

shut the f***
oh right ok
shut the f***
i dont wanna
shut the f***
i dont wanna hear it
shut the f***
thats right
shut the f***
oh no ok
shut the f***
i dont wanna