All the kids want a piece of fame so steal your fathers gun your life will never be the same.
Shoot a teacher in the head, psycho killers more remembered than a nobel prize winner.
You’ve got a lot to prove, you’ve got a lot to say, don’t like the look on my face.

Your laws are killing me, these rules of anarchy, I’ve got the constitution blues.
Were all just animals, descend form cannibals, so baby put it away.

An epidemic sweeps the land but America don’t notice got its head stuck in the sand.
Kids practice what you preach shame they haven’t got a lawyer like Puff Daddy who is free,
You’ve got a lot to prove, you’ve got a lot to say, don’t like the look on my face.

Your laws are killing me, these rules of anarchy, I’ve got the constitution blues.
Were all just animals, descend form cannibals, so baby put it away.

You can’t question the constitution its a lesson made in stone,
but the fore fathers weren’t right on everything just who is seven tenths of a man?
Who do you blame for Columbine? Charlton or Marilyn?
The NRA, the IRA.
You’ve got a lot to prove, you’ve got a lot to say, don’t like the look on my face.

Your laws are killing me, these rules of anarchy, I’ve got the constitution blues.
Were all just animals, descend form cannibals, so baby put it away.