Lyrics

Build you up just to bring you down Shoot you dead onto the ground Bite the bullet they'll cut in line Stab your back, they have no spine Who had to die to make you king? Have you ever seen the in-between? Crooked liars and lazy minds It's pastiche; behind the times Molding us like plasticine Washed rags soaked in gasoline Hip hip hooray! It's a parade They'll bleed you dry - why even try? Three cheers They're laughing at me Don't you know that in life nothing is free Is this how it 'oughta be? Pockets filled up to the brim Scoffing scofflaws with pointed grins Lining up for the guillotine Rolling trees, oh how obscene! Hip hip hooray! It's a parade They'll bleed you dry - why even try? Three cheers They're laughing at me Don't you know that in life nothing is free Is this how it 'oughta be? And when you fade I won't be swayed Who will have cared For the self-declared? No one at all! (It's not enough!) Three cheers They're laughing at me Don't you know that in life nothing is free? Is this how it 'oughta? Don't you even bother With those lies It's not enough
Writer(s): Keith Frerichs, Matthew Ferrara, Morgan Alice, Nick Oka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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