[Instrumental Intro] [Intro: Building tension] Tear the fucking curtain down, smash the glowing screen! Feeding you the poison from the outrage machine! The editors are laughing while they set the world on fire, Selling you the hatred that you're desperate to acquire! It's a culture war casino, and the house is getting fat, Fighting in the gutter like a rabid fucking rat! Divide! Distract! Control! (Fuck! The! Press!) [Verse 1: Fast, driving beat] Brain-dead on the right side, barking at the fence, Convinced the refugees are here to steal his fucking cents. Foaming at the gob! Blaming boats for his life! While the corporate bloodsuckers are twisting the knife! He's a shock-jock echo, swallowing the bile, Sick on the tabloid, regurgitating guile. Quoting red-haired parasites from nineteen-ninety-five, Like the hatred in the drivel is what keeps him alive. Blind to the climate. Deaf to the heat. Can't stand the First Nations walking down his street. Hoarding up the sand. Fences on the dirt. Stolen land, stolen blood, telling us he is hurt. [Chorus: Massive, anthemic] It’s a fucking bloodbath! A mental earbash! Screaming 'til we're purple and our sanity is trashed! Manufactured warfare! A corporate scam! Lobotomy delivered by the evening program! Left side! Right side! Cunts through and through! While the country goes bust, nothing changes for you! No, nothing ever changes for me or you! [Verse 2: Staccato delivery, punchy] Smug-faced in the lane with a plastic megaphone, Shouting 'bout a struggle that he's never even known. Trust-fund socialist! Angry on the phone! Preaching revolution from a multi-million home! Blocking up the site so the workers lose a buck, Looking at the tradies like they're uneducated muck. Policing every syllable from inner-city flats, Dropping bigot labels at the dropping of the hats. Desperate for oppression, but he's never missed a meal, Inventing micro-aggressions so the fantasy is real. Hunting for a target for performative rage, While the working class is slaughtered on the economic stage! [Chorus: Massive, anthemic] It’s a fucking bloodbath! A mental earbash! Screaming 'til we're purple and our sanity is trashed! Manufactured warfare! A corporate scam! Lobotomy delivered by the evening program! Left side! Right side! Cunts through and through! While the country goes bust, nothing changes for you! No, nothing ever changes for me or you! [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3: Grinding, heavy groove] Ferals in the buses on the Centrelink dime, Tripping out at doofs, assassinating time. Preaching 'bout the planet while they poison up the dirt, Without the bloody factories, the land is what gets hurt! Then the TikTok generation crying 'bout the sting, "OK Boomer" is the only fucking song they sing! Anxious and offended! Unemployable and loud! Playing the victim in a self-obsessed crowd! [Verse 4: Speeding up] While the Boomer sits smug on a fully-paid throne, Mad at the news, drinking whiskey alone. With a negative-geared portfolio in hand, "Why can't you buy a house for forty-fucking-grand?!" The wealthy class is laughing in their gated little town, Watching all the generations burn each other down. Politicians in Canberra keeping us split! Feeding us the culture war to profit off the shit! Flying private jets just to tell us to be green, The biggest fucking hypocrites the world has ever seen! [Bridge: Heavy Breakdown, half-time feel] Left wing! Right wing! (On the same dead bird!) Screaming at each other! (But your voice ain't heard!) Weaponize the outrage! Feed 'em all the bait! While the billionaires are laughing as they lock the fucking gate! Fighting for the scraps! (While they hoard the gold!) The culture war is just a product being sold! Wake! The! Fuck! Up! [Outro: Fast, chaotic] What really fucking matters?! What really fucking matters?! Keep scrolling, keep shouting, keep playing the game! Prices going up while your wages stay the same! Angry at your neighbor! Blinded by the spin! When the working class divides, the ruling classes win! Pull the fucking plug! Burn the algorithm down! (Guitar feedback) Shut it down. Shut the whole fucking thing down. [End] 9:17
