The Young Turds Lyrics by Fred Rand

Every day a newsworth battle
All you care for is the chatter of your priestess
Bartering concience for her fame
Vouching for the loser's reign
When she rants and cries we hear it
You make sure the herd will cheer it, all the usuals
Join in for the common call
That their greed will be our fall

Have you listened to your foes?
Are you even sure who share your goals?
On your one side are your kins
On the other those who cover your sins


You're the world, you're the young turds of the day
In backwater, in the retrogressive sway
Though you're free and the ruling referee
Never happy with your granted open tray


So you say you care for people
Whatever their tone or figure, quite a saint then
Work your morals or admit
That your heart is full of shit
What you vouch for states your outlook
A cracking shelf before the lone book
All is equal in your world where no one wins
Lest they share your view of sins

It's so easy now to do good
All you need are loud endorsements of Robin Hoods
While your guardians run your chores
Run for daddy when they're mean, little ward

You're the world, you're the young turds of the day
In backwater, in the retrogressive sway
Though you're free and the ruling referee
Never happy with your granted open tray


Waiting for the next hard luck
To feign someone who gives a f*ck, gathering backslap
When your pink-washing is done
All your pity's just a hum
Ethic fronts and social warriors
Roaming academic corridors, where you learned to loot
The minds of reasoning
For your governmental whim

Lefty chicks in plaid giving you head
Socializing all their means of seduction
From each according to his ability
To each according to his greed

You're the world, you're the young turds of the day
In backwater, in the retrogressive sway
Though you're free and the ruling referee
Never happy with your granted open tray


So, before you wield petitions
Come back when you're self-sufficient, then you may cry out
When no longer what you do
Is hung up on other's due
In the search for a religion
You will opt for state tuition, PhD whore
While you claim your fame for peace
You let mobs kill at your ease

You pretend to cry for the poor
You pretend to be against any war
Solidarity is on your badge
And you show it through the guns and the gags

Here's your world, all you young turds of the day
In backwater, in the retrogressive sway
Though you're free and the ruling referee
Never happy till the beggar funds your pay

[Thanks to dotoar for adding these lyrics]