Actual Brutal Facts

Condescending will as condescending does You've got a pretty solid habit for killing the buzz An electrician or a secret millionaire A tacky statue on a forecourt in Bel-Air No plastic surgery, no tattoo on the brain You drag the passing years behind you on a ball and chain Squander this and that, the feted and the hated And when you turn the shit to gold, it's not appreciated And when you turn the shit to gold, it's not appreciated (A pretty solid habit for killing the buzz) It's for the underdogs, the ones that disappear It's in your gut, you feel the splendour of the fear Sayonara is the nature of the beast It's mine to leave behind a merciful release Misappropriation, take the credit, pay the income tax Misdirection from the actual brutal facts You preach the truth through gritted teeth, you want a fucking medal You've got a belly full of guns that doesn't make you special Condescending will as condescending does You've got a pretty solid habit for killing the buzz An electrician or a secret millionaire A tacky statue on a forecourt in Bel-Air No plastic surgery, no tattoo on the brain You drag the passing years behind you on a ball and chain Squander this and that, the feted and the hated And when you turn the shit to gold, it's not appreciated And when you turn the shit to gold, it's not appreciated And when you turn the shit to gold, it's not appreciated (And when you turn the shit to gold, it's not appreciated)