Gold Gutter

Aww, shit You know what fuckin' time it is, whoa Burn it, burn it down I'd like to thank the world For failing me (thank you all) I'd count the ways but they're too deep And where would I begin? (With you, and you, and you, and you) I'd like to thank the bottom For breaking me (I owe you one) And I'd like to thank the Bible For sin (for sin) (for sin) A pound of flesh won't save your soul Save your breath Light the match And look out below Fingers to the sky They're pointed at you Right at you, motherfucker Eye on the prize Fist in the gold And a foot in the gutter I'd like to thank the world For blaming me (you, and you, and you) It is what it is I did what I did to survive (I'm not ashamed) I'd like to thank you all For spitting on my grave I know it makes you sick But I'm alive (still here) Alive A pound of flesh won't save your soul Save your breath Light the match And look out below Fingers to the sky They're pointed at you Right at you, motherfucker Eye on the prize Fist in the gold And a foot in the gutter This is my favorite part of the movie No, not fading to black This is where you fuckin' scream Bounce Burn it, burn it, burn it down A pound of flesh won't save your soul Save your breath Light the match And look out below Fingers to the sky They're pointed at you Right at you, motherfucker Eye on the prize Fist in the gold And a foot in the gutter Eye on the prize Fist in the gold And a foot in the gutter That's what's up