Hop on board this ride, ya know I love to be here
“Stop, oh Lord!”, we cry, but ‘go’ is meant as we cheer

We rode it together
Nothing could be better
When this ride’ll end
Let’s do it again

Prop up war with lies, the rich get poor to kill for years
Mop the floors, while flies drink blood of those that died near

They rode us forever
Made us their debtors
When this ride’ll end
Here we go again (Too much to comprehend)

Here comes the clown with a Molotov cocktail!!!
Here comes the clown with a Molotov cocktail!!!
Here comes the clown with a Molotov cocktail!!!

Pop, it roars, it flies, my mind has thoughts in light years
Chop down doors, can’t hide, they should be made to feel fear

We’ll ride them together
Bound, gagged and tethered
If this ain’t pretend
We’re just as bad as them

Hop on board this ride, ya know I love to be here
Hop on board this ride, ya know I love to be here