Triggerfinger
Written September 6, 2004

Hopefully, this is the last song I'll ever have to write about Bush. A nice, fast, heavy rock song is what I'm thinking here.

You wanna start a revolution, but you know you've got nothing to say
Don't bother looking for solution 'cause the problem's changing every day
Anything for attention, but our interest is lessened
With every empty word you speak

(Chorus)
And though your game is weak, you can't forfeit now
It's too late to say you're sorry, and daddy's not showing you how
No calling off the attack, you should've figured
Thinking is a weapon and our finger's on the trigger

You wanna label me outsider and say I've got no right to speak out
Well I'm a lover and a fighter, and I'd love to smack the taste out your mouth
You're a worldwide infection, but your impact has lessened
Your ship of fools has sprung a leak

Repeat chorus

We can sleep soundly, knowing that we stopped you
Before you did too much damage to repair
Why is it so dumbfounding to hear millions screaming "fuck you"
Did you really think that no one would care?

So just keep on backtracking 'cause you're not very far from the edge
And as you fall we'll be applauding 'cause we sure do love a happy end
You can bring your Smith & Wesson but you know you'll be confessing
You've been shooting blanks since you learned to speak