Haven't we all sometimes given in to the temptation of arguing for hours with a perfect stranger about stuff? Haven't we all every now and then turned ourselves into fighting cocks, more in love with the fight than with the cause? ;-)

Lyrics:

It’s never been about the cause

It’s never been about the facts

Who cares for a truth that no one really knows

It’s just about having the last word

What is it we’re fighting for?

My truth screams louder than yours

My God has a bigger dick and has guns galore

And you’re just an attention whore

We’re all pigeons playing chess

We’re all peacocks I guess

No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in

And if you don’t think like me, you’re Hitler

Learned idiots prancing in talk shows

Their Minions echo them on social networks

They know all about football, medicine, politics,

Feminism, climate change & quantum bloody physics

Clinging to their gospel like it’s a lift raft

Some even get money for that

Every rabid roach has its favourite gurus

Depending of what’s in the news

We’re all pigeons playing chess

We’re all some fucker’s parrot I guess

No one knows a thing about the mess we’re living in

And if you dare to disagree, you’re Stalin

We’re all fucking cardboard tanks

We all have mold in our brains

No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in

And if you contradict me you’re bin Laden

Let the one who never gave in to rant on anything

To display his Dunning-Krueger on a subject he didn’t master

Let her cast the first stone, yeah, it’s most likely a her

And for the rest of you, for the rest of us for the rest of everyone,

Maybe we should just shut our fucking faces unclefuckers

This game has only one winner

And his name is Mark Zuckerberg…

And if you wanna prove me wrong, well, whatever