Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!

I am overgrounded, outselling it
Since God thinks I don´t exist
The beatings happen perminent
This is not blue collar white corrective politics
I´m on an hate, american style, kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I´m on a campaign for pain
And when I get elected
I´ll wipe the white off your house
The smile off your face

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don´t want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don´t want even be myself

I said no, this isn´t your song
We can´t all get along
It´s too hard to hold hands when your hands are fists
My hate pop won´t ever stop
I´m fucking glad we´re different
This is my hate american style hit

Don´t break it
Don´t sing it
Use your fist and not your mouth