Outrage

[Chorus: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way, Milkie Way & Sam Matlock]

Outrage, fucking outrage

Just give me something sharp and a name

Okay, baby, okay

You gotta calm down before you hurt yourself

No, don't go on a rampage, where's the cocaine?

I wanna feel numb but they won't let me have a gun

No, there's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs

This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards

[Verse 1: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]

Blackout, honey, is your memory lacking?

Put your hands up, this is a hijacking

'Cause if we play the game then you'll change the rules

It's about time we saw your downfall (Downfall)

[Pre-Chorus: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way]

We're built to bend until we break

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet

Bite your own tongue or bite—

[Chorus: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way, Milkie Way & Sam Matlock]

Decay, wretched decay

All we ever do is wait there's only so much I can take

Okay, baby, okay

Why don't you go and wash your hands when you were out?

You must have caught a little

Bloodstain, fucking bloodstains

There ain't no machine can get this shit clean

So we're calling all freaks and calling all martyrs

It's time to tear down the Princes of the House of Bastards

[Bridge: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]

Violence is the answer but I didn't ask a question

When we were growing up we didn't understand the lesson

The more we feel age, the more we feel rage

The more we feel rage, the more we feel pain

So we keep ourselves safe, defend our own space

Become the definition of homemade grenades

The more we feel age, the more we feel rage

The more we feel rage, the more we feel pain

But anyway

We're built to bend until we break

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet

Bite your own tongue or bite—

There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs

There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs

This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards

There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs

This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards

There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs

This is a call to the Prince of the House of Bastards

Oh

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet (Bite down)

You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet (Bite down)

Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet (Bite down)

Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet (Bite down)

Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet