| Dedicate a life to the dying breed | |
| Throw a punch into the face of vacant leaders and leave | |
| Chloroform the singer who has nothing to say | |
| Stare in wonder as the masses sing along anyway | |
| Pull apart the actors pretending to grieve | |
| They never went to the funeral, and they never believed. | |
| Shack your burning placard in the government lawns | |
| Have faith that there is consequence in protest songs | |
| Bulldoze the pedestrian blues and the baize | |
| And those only right to get blown and get paid | |
| Songs about roses and poisonous lies | |
| Every last rose says your not even trying. | |
| When nobody asks you and nobody cares | |
| If we never here another song about roses again. | |
| We don't need songs about roses | |
| We don't need your terrible blues | |
| We don't need songs about roses | |
| Please sing me something new. | |
| We don't need songs about roses | |
| We don't need your terrible blues | |
| We don't need songs about roses | |
| All that we ask for is truth. |