M.O.B

You bathe in the blood sweat and tears of your offspring
You don't like the way the world looks from your cockpit
You hold the leash and they choke in their collars
You're selling each for a couple hundred dollars

They'll grow to believe in a revolution
And you cannot stop the evolution
And you can't wash their brains clean of all pollution
And you cannot find a peaceful solution

Well you know that you can't turn shit into chocolate
But you had to try 'cause you're nobody to fuck with
Well you say that you've done it and you say that you've been there
But to regain control you've got to kill the children

They'll grow to believe in a revolution
And you cannot stop the evolution
And you can't wash their brains clean of all pollution
And you cannot find a peaceful solution

All I need Is my
M.O.B