It's burning, it's burning, it's burning A fire inside that I just don't believe Well, some call it anger, and some say frustration But I think I call this big greed This time the circus has left without us And we couldn't run away The fringe is the center, the fringe is the center now Hey boy, that's great I woke up in hawthorne, I took ocean down to The fairground to see everyone So beautiful, I drowned in the waves Of the haircuts, the spin kicks and jumps I got my bottled water and my nachos It came in at under twenty bucks I got this bad taste in the back of my mouth From my time on the back of the bus This summer vacation, it's cheap and it's true Its ideals are intact, it's the best we can do This time you've turned into your own enemy Not sellouts but dictating economies These thieves, these thieves in their flip-flops and bro attitudes Are the very reason we do what we do We yell "fuck the man" and that's what we mean No matter who that man happens to be No matter who that man happens to be This Kevin or that one, it all seems the same Exploit the avenues, fix all the gains Well maybe they'll buy everything that you sell But I'm outside these fences Rolling fast down that hill... Fuck your warped ideals! You fucking nut sack!