[Verse 1] Ninety bucks to hear your anti-war anthem Folded like a T-shirt at the door You sang the funeral of every soldier Now you swear you don't do politics no more The kid who spoke got dropped before the encore The sponsors clapped, the lights stayed warm "Escape," you say, "that's what the ticket's for" But no one sells a ticket out of war [Pre-Chorus] "Not here to influence you with their bullshit," said the king inside his crystal ball while the bombs keep raining on the newsfeed he sells you tickets to forget it all [Chorus] Bullshit! Bullshit! says the man who's risking nothing Bullshit! Bullshit! says the man who's selling seats If you don't have anything to say, shut the fuck up and go to sleep to your money bed But laughing at the ones who bleed? That's huevos tibios, man [Verse 2 ] Your crystal ball can see the whole arena But it can't see the rubble on the screen Our kids get drafted, you get a merch line Hands so clean, so fucking clean "Love and energy," that's your agenda? Tell it to the mothers digging graves Nobody asked you to march, cabrón Just don't spit on the ones who paid [Pre-Chorus 2] "Not here to influence you with their bullshit" Then what the fuck are you here for? Forty years of selling rage to kids like me Now you lick the boots that sell the war [Chorus 2 ] Bullshit! Bullshit! says the man who's risking nothing Bullshit! Bullshit! says the man who's selling seats If you don't have anything to say, shut the fuck up and go to sleep to your money bed But laughing at the ones who bleed? That's huevos tibios, man [Bridge] (Remember the soldier in your song? Couldn't see, couldn't speak, couldn't scream) Remember when they bombed the school? Over a hundred backpacks in the dust They hit it once, then hit it twice Then cut the net so no one could count us "Next to a base," the generals said Twenty-six teachers, also dead Even the U.N. whispers "war crime" And you said it's not the time He had no choice — you do They had no voice — so what's yours for? What's yours for? WHAT'S YOURS FOR? You wrote "Master of Puppets" Just to end up a puppet with a master [Chorus 3] Bullshit! Bullshit! says the man who's risking nothing Bullshit! Bullshit! says the man who's selling seats If you don't have anything to say, shut the fuck up and go to sleep to your money bed But laughing at the ones who bleed? That's huevos tibios, man [Outro] Huevos tibios! Huevos tibios! HUEVOS TIBIOS! [shouted accusation] MASTER!! [small, pleading, begging] Master??
