Straight from the top
Landed on the bottom
Names that you dropped
They've already caught 'em

Leave you for dead
Fending off the vultures
Don't think to dread
On a poultry-colored culture

No
You don't even have control
No
You don't even have control

Muscles are flexed
Your back is propaganda
Members are taxed
An itinerary agenda

No
You don't even have control
No
You don't even have control
No
You don't even have control

Give me something real or let me go

Running in place only makes me tired of this cage
Pointing me in every direction at once
And every mistake makes me seem to fall on my face
Saving some thanks

Walk it off
Walk it off
Walk it off
Walk it off

No
You don't even have control
No
You don't even have control
No
You don't even have control

Give me something real or let me go
Just let me go
Let me go