Class Action Force (Useless Tools) lyrics

I can't see straight I ball my hands into fists Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it This city won't let you care for a goddamn thing Windows out, glass on ground If no one is watching, then this won't make a sound The frequent frequencies I left behind are someone else's now I know it's late, but I'm all out of trust Fucking pigs, report worthless print for what? Collective effort, systematic winners Working cycles of climbing that shift and determine luck Criminal minds, sentimental reminders of Class action force working weekends in Wicker Park I know it's late, but I'm all out of trust Fucking bastards, report worthless print for what? Two times in two months Flashing lights, handcuffs Useless tools to choose For useless tools in blue I can't see straight I ball my hands into fists Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it This city won't let you forget a goddamn thing