Paroles de Traditions

Your traditions mean shit to me You're still holding on To that bullshit ideology Stuck in the past No sense of change to see A lack of independence Is what I really see Like a child with no one to play You're just tied to your mommy's apron strings Use the goddamn thing between your goddamn ears And start to fucking think Start to fucking think! Do you need that following of medieval rules I bet you need someone to beat that shit out of you Knock knock, who's there? It's equality kicking your front door Your black and white dream is fucking over Blank pages on your holy book? Your church is burning Where is your preacherman? Where is your preacherman? You are a dying breed The water is poisoned Can I get a fuckng amen? Can I get a fuckng amen now?