Bears
Bears, they want my blood.
Oh bears, they want myyyy blood.
They want it now, they want it quick
And soon I know they’ll get a lick
Cuz bears, they want my blood.
Now bears, wake-up in a cold sweat
And blog, oooooon the internet
Whenever I get a brain freeze
I know they’re commin for me.
Cuz bears, they want my blood.
Oh oh bears, they want myyyy blood.
I don’t know what I did
And don’t take this as some fib
I’m cautious while I sing
Cuz they can burst of anything
That really ain’t my dad
There’s a bear controlling him from his back
They’ve got guns and dynamite
But know I’ll put up quite a fight
Their hate is strong, I won’t live long
Every time I breathe, there’s twelve more commin for meee-eeee
Cuz bears, they want my blood.
http://waitbutwhy.com/2013/09/why-generation-y-yuppies-are-unhappy.html
"We're being taught to hate downwards"
"We're being taught to hate downwards"