(Clip from American Beauty)

Everyone's asking me to write a fun song
Put this down in order to right wrongs
Love songs, drug songs, how to get a along songs
This one here is a live your fucking life song
Call it movement and I made it for the movement
Beyond the politics we've all gotta keep moving
Losing faith in all our problem solvers
Moving cause it's all we've got
All I've got is a roulette revolver
Staring down an army now here's my shot
Gotta stop boxes being locked on my conscious
Take away my fists I'll still fight with my conscience
Wars abroad and ignorance at home
We've got less jobs than wiretapped phones
We're ubiquitous, claim the land as our own
Militants in demilitarized zones

Chorus (Jamie Bogyo):
You can't be healthy in a world that sick
Shutting our doors and our keys don't fit
All paths blocked and it might feel like it's useless
All we can do is keep on moving

Want to be a person? personification
Expect in the end he won't end up blameless
He's grown so big, he's found himself shameless
All about the gun, he couldn't even aim it
Focus on the Gs, greed and gluttony,
Growing up his mind was only on one thing
No time for love when you're money lusting
He got what he wanted, nothing wrong with envy
He grew grew grew and never looked away
Crushed all the rest so now he proclaims
All his greatness and everything he lifts up
Probably can't see everything that he's ripped up
Now he's gone viral and got us all infected
He can't stand the sloth, got hungry and left it
Infested the earth, can't stand in his path
But now we're gonna dance as the only way to fight back

Chorus

Socialist, no I'm a global localist
Focusing on what it's not fun to be noticing
No direction and what we do is useless?
You're taking what you're taught taught as if it were intuitive
Imbibing ideas of what to strive for
When your light's pinched out you've gotta ask what you're alive for
Placeless spaces we lock them tight
Sedated in place its a double edged kit
Making it harder to keep us out of sight
Don't ever try to put a price on life
Our feet are drumsticks, this town we run it
Streets 808s and its beats we make
Chants a chorus, try to ignore it
Thoughts are lyrics, it's what they're fearing
Stars and streetlights make nice stage lights
The world's the audience and we ain't about to play nice

Chorus

This one's for those who don't accept what they're taught
Question preconceptions and believe in free thought
Dance till we sweat and the labels slip off
Middle finger is a greeting to the people that we piss off
Ripped off, of our share of humanity
Global collapse in the name of vanity
Irrationality is not insanity
Cause we're all insane in a crazy society
Can't find it in me w/ this daily anxiety
Drown all the facts and I'm striving for sobriety
I'm not yelling yet, but I think that it's time to be
I don't believe in speech when all you do is lie to me
Chants a chorus, try to ignore it
Thoughts are lyrics, it's what they're fearing
Stars and streetlights make nice stage lights
World packs the audience and we ain't about to play nice