Okay, look...I'm trying to be civilized
And not allow my lyrics to be overly politicized
I've kept it weird and funny, dada mixed with introspection
But it's hard to not admit that since the 0'16 election
There's derision and division building up to disdain
As alternatives to facts that run from dumb to insane
Are getting louder growing clout and outright building to a shout
that flouts the laws our peers for untold years have worked to learn about
And I guess, y’know it really shouldn’t come as a surprise
That they’re using social media to propagate their lies
And I guess y’know, it really shouldn’t be a revelation
That their tactics are factless attacks and smug denigration
And I guess, y'know it really shouldn't come as a shocker
That the douches who just pushed us down and shoved us in lockers
Left us bleeding and defeated feeling like our lives weren't needed
Can't compete on this stage cuz guess who made it?
WE DID.

We brought you fire, dumbed it down so you could understand it
But now you think it's magic, you're taking us for granted
You used the very tech and platforms that we created
To spit disgust and spread distrust of everything we've ever stated
Now we can research for years, present our data in reams
But if your mother's plumber's meth dealer sends you some memes
Despite the lack of proof you think they’re just as valid as fact
So now we’re forming a pack
We're gonna take the fire back

So you're telling all your followers you think the world is flat
Now let's take a couple seconds here and just examine that
Because you typed this on your phone that sent a signal into space
And then the satellites helped spread your lies from place to freakin' place
Now a satellite revolves because the rocket that dropped it
Gave it great velocity with no friction to stop it
And the gravity that tries to pull it back to ground
Keeps it tethered to the planet so it orbits around
Now given this system, can you maybe explain
How the hell you think a satellite could orbit a plane?
You see when you pollute the skies with this illogical blight
It’s like you’re using a crayon to write “crayons can’t write”
We’ve got millenia of research into mass interaction
You’ve got paranoid responses based on rectal extraction
Perhaps then you should use your tech for playing Angry Birds
Put your thumbs where they belong, leave the thinking to the nerds

We brought you fire and your civilization was awoken
But you just peed on it and then complained that it was broken
We work our butts off blessing you with innovation
But you can’t even be bothered to consult the documentation
Now I’m not saying we’re gods, we didn’t make all the stars
We just discovered the math to show you all where they are
But you prefer to buy into that astrological flack
So now we’re on the attack
We’re gonna take the fire back

Every fact-check on a Tweet, each deleted racial slur
Is just a finger in the failing dam that’s holding back the “durrr”
And you scream that you’re repressed, that we’re silencing your voice
Well make your voice less stupid. It’s a conscious freakin’ choice
You say “do your own research” but dude, your methods stink
You just google for opinions that agree with what you think
Then you stop! Look! Proof! It’s proof! Right on my screen!
You keep using that word,I don’t think it means what you think it means
And I’ve tried to debate you but your argument’s feeble
You recite your bumper stickers then you call me a sheeple
Because I require evidence before belief?
Good grief!
Do you think you don’t need us? Think you’re fine on your own?
Great! Here’s some sand! Here’s some rocks! Go make a phone!
Cuz if you can’t play nice with the other enbies, girls, and boys
Then sorry, time out, Daddy’s taking back your toys

We brought you fire made it safer so it wouldn’t burn you
But now you think somehow we’re not the ones that you should turn to
For expertise in things beyond what you can understand
Claim we’ve got an evil plan, Slap away our helping hand
Now we’re not asking for trust, you don’t just have to believe
Take a look at our tests, we wear our work on our sleeves
But you welcome all our data like a kick in the sack
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
We brought you fire from on high, just to find your reply
Is your beak in our liver and your spit in our eye
You say you’re fighting for the right to your opinion
But you’re really just another tinfoil-hat-wearing minion
We’re bringing hope to the world, while you’re prepping for doom,
With your guns and your beans, in your sad little room
And long as common sense and decency are something you lack
Then we’re not giving you jack
We’re gonna take the fire back