Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Passafire
Passafire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Willis
Adam Willis
Songwriter
Ted Bowne
Ted Bowne
Songwriter
William Kubley
William Kubley
Songwriter
Nick Kubley
Nick Kubley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Get up today with red on your face Fight down those that bet on the race Some paid to keep the pace While the element of peace is soon erased I think I wanna storm the gates When I sit back and watch a dollar bill inflate Instead of less, I've got more to hate But I keep on trucking with the motorcade I ain't nobody's fool But I don't like playing by the rules, can you dig it? We all swim in a pool of emotion And we're all gonna sink down in it When you drown, don't look down All you can see is the darkness You don't make a sound 'cause there's no one around To hear the beat of your heart skip Never pretend to be something you're not Talk that shit and you'll end up shot Don't care 'bout the money you've got Soon this globe's gonna get real hot Don't know how to make a change But I'm not the first one to feel this way I really wanna try to sway The population to a better way I ain't nobody's clown With a smile painted on my face, I can't frown (check it) I hate waiting around for the brand new So I'm gonna have to invent it When the volcano erupts, don't look up All you can see is the ashes So fill up my cup 'cause I want to be drunk When they confiscate the federal stashes When the volcano erupts, don't look up All you can see is the ashes So fill up my cup, I want to be drunk When they confiscate the federal stashes I ain't nobody's tool Sometimes I'm used to cut a slice of the pie We all wanna be cool We're all out to get it what we want we can't decide I ain't nobody's tool Sometimes I'm used to cut a slice of the pie We all wanna be cool We're all out to get it what we want we can't decide
Writer(s): William Bernard Kubley, Nicholas Cairns Kubley, Ted Purnell Bowne, Adam Mark Willis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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