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All the blowhards are blowing harder
The talking heads are acting like they’re martyrs
As the city burns they make predictions
That never come true but I guess that’s not their mission

They need us more than we need them
We don’t need them at all
Would it be too harsh to say let’s take them down
And stand them all up against a wall

All the blowhards are just like chickens
Headless and compete for ever slimmer pickings
If only they could be what we’ve needed
But that

They need us more than we need them
It’s even less than we think
Would it be too harsh to say let’s take them down
Put them all to sleep in the deep dark drink

Pundits
Spewing utter nonsense
Pundits
Taking shits on carpets
Pundits
Hold us all for ransom
Make me sick I want to kill them all

All the blowhards stake reputations
On the simple fact no one points out their mistakens
They’re never right but it doesn’t matter
A row of skulls behind a desk chatter chatter

They need us more than we need them
Break free of the mind control
Would it be too harsh to say let’s take them down
And throw them into a hole

Hi there! If you're new around these parts, welcome. I'm Jonathan Mann. I write a song every single day, and I've been doing that for the last 7+ years.

Through sick days, tired days, days with no inspiration, the death of my grandma, the breakup of a 5 year long relationship, the marriage to my wife and the birth of our son - I've never missed a day. This is my life's work.

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