I'm a generation laser on a suicide craze I am a fallen word on a holy crusade This is the land of the free, the home of the brave I give you freedom of speech but I don't like what you say And tell your children that your pleasure caused them pain I told you never to play With those dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles I am the famine that follows the feast I see a beauty consumed by the beast Well you could work like a dog for the rest of your days Or you could crawl in the dirt But I work in mysterious ways Tell your children that your pleasure caused them pain I told you never to play With those dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles This is the land of the free Home of the brave I give you freedom of speech but I don't like what you say So tell your children that your pleasure caused them pain I told you never to play With those dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles Dirty needles