Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone
  It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion
  So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath
  It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap
  
  Pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola
  Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn
  We got rules to protect us
  Isaac and Ishmael
  The magazine says it's okay
  Life as a billboard
  
  If you are the answer
  We are going straight hell
  
  Grown in a parental fugue
  Weight loss in self respect
  Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
  A new way into a lost answer