Am / Dm / C / B dim
Tick, tick, tick, talk I think I might be developing a tick over time Getting a nervous twitch Over the mounting grime Son of a %$#*& We're spewing faster than Mother Earth can handle And, it's turning into a real scandal She can't cleanse herself fast enough We just shrug our shoulders and say, "Tough!" Scandalous of us? Tick, tick, tick, block Is my head made of solid rock `cause what kind of blockhead would be so unkind One with a criminally insane mind We spent the children's endowment Is that what we meant Well, we sure did... stole from every kid Scandalous of us? Tick, tick, tick, talk Just giving lip service... we balk We balk at the idea of coming clean Tough we know it's dirty rotten mean Our selfish ways keep getting in the way Yet, soon... there will be no place for the children to play There will be no race and that day isn't so far away Scandalous of us? Yes, it's hard for me to handle this scandal Everyone pointing at someone else for the blame When the one with shame has "my own name" We're the King Of Beasts. We'll never tame. Soon first will be least. We'll lose this game. When no one is left standing We can no longer be demanding Ya know... when all that's left to eat... is crow