En liten hälsning från AK till alla “kamrater” som någon gång golat eller sålt ut (dvs. nu gladeligen reduceras till arbetskraft) och växt upp:
You gotta be fucking kidding me
How did you end up being so fucking reactionary?
And right now what I need is more songs about being stabbed in the back
about conservative kids with no agenda or integrity
You gotta be fucking kidding me
And I never thought that I’d sing another song about “growing up” or selling out
There’s something fucking ironic
About undermining every meaning and leaving me naked
And somewhere along the way this became a one man crusade
And that was the end of it
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you for pissing on me
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, yeah!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you for pissing on me
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you for selling “our” ideas so cheap
Text & musik: Refused