| The Only Thing We Have To Fear |
|---|
| I don’t think I can relax here anyway |
| With Nazi bitches speaking in my hood |
| Raging, scaring people into loving soil |
| That’s still so drenched in blood it’s a swamp |
| Then I started running |
| From I don’t know what |
| Afraid of falling |
| Too scared to stop |
| Crippled by a kid’s disease at thirty-five |
| Unveiled the truth about man, about the world |
| Then lifted the depression of America |
| It’s been manic ever since, fear yourself! |
| Then I started running |
| From I don’t know what |
| Afraid of falling |
| Too scared to stop |
