No Quarter, No Surrender

Whining little children who cannot have their way Banning everything which doesn’t fit their norm Functionless hypocrisy, demanding recognition Political correctness allowed to run rampant You want me to roll over I’ve had enough of your shit This world is not what you want it to be We will not change to fit your whims I am not part of your weak-minded following No quarter, no surrender The media puppets dance for their masters The rich continue to grow in influence Power unchallenged, but there really is so few of them The camel’s back is broken we’re coming for you now You want me to roll over I’ve had enough of your shit This world is not what you want it to be We will not change to fit your whims I am not part of your weak-minded following No quarter, no surrender