It's burning, it's burning, it's burning
A fire inside that I just don't believe
Well, some call it anger, 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 now
Hey boys, that's great

When I woke up in Hawthorne, I took Ocean down
To the fairground to see everyone
So beautiful that I drowned in the waves
Of the haircuts, the spring kicks and jumps

Well, I got my bottled water and my nachos
It came in at under thirty bucks
I got a bad taste in the back of my mouth
From my time on the back of a 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
When I say "fuck the man" it's what I believe
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 games
Well, maybe you'll buy everything that they sell
But I'm outside these fences, rolling fast down that hill

Fuck your warped ideal
Motherfucker!