I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz

Live like a legend and die like an asshole

You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes

Your revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod

Put fists up like I got, not give me the loot

How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it

Got me curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read

"Dear mother, I sold my soul for management"

Fog blasts will not mask a stage, act unnatural

Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits

And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams, "Holy mackerel!"

, Chorus, verse, chorus, a solo, then boom

How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it

Got you curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read

"Dear mother, I sold my soul for management"