Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Authors of Fate
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Levi Henderson
Songwriter
Elan Micahel Mlagenovich
Songwriter
Robert Brunelle
Songwriter
Robert Skau
Songwriter
Lyrics
Grasp a picture of
Yourself and burn it
You're fodder for the world
And it's time you learned it
Aren't you starting to feel
Just a bit used up
Underpaid, overlooked
Way passed giving a fuck
Which rich cunt's war
They'd most want you to die in
Which side's politician's
Lies are you buyin'
Do you even see the
Smoke on the horizon
Who tallies the slate
Bastards and bankers
Liars and fakers
Last dollar takers
Who taught you to hate
Mothers and fathers
Preachers at alters
Euros and dollars
Oh
What a piss ant hill
To die on
What a piss ant hill
I don't know who's
Running the show
But they've got us all
Slitting our own throats
I don't know when
We started to choke
But we're the ones holding
The end of the rope
I don't know how
We got to this place
Where the truth
Is a matter of taste
I don't know what
What comes next
But you can bet
We're gonna be in the shit
Grasp a fistful
Of terra firma
Blood's in the ground
And it's high time
You earned it now
Bow your head down
And pray for those
Who gave everything
Trying to escape
These cunts
Who author your fate
Bastards and bankers
Liars and fakers
Last dollar takers
Who taught you to hate
Mothers and fathers
Preachers at alters
Euros and dollars
I don't know who's
Running the show
But they've got us all
Slitting our own throats
I don't know when
We started to choke
But we're the ones holding
The end of the rope
I don't know how
We got to this place
Where the truth
Is a matter of taste
I don't know what
What comes next
But we will
Be in the shit
Come on mother fucker
Do you really believe
That some billionaire
Cares if you breathe
Come on you peasant
If you're so free
Why do you kiss the ring
Why do you bend the knee
I don't know who's
Running the show
But they've got us all
Slitting our own throats
I don't know when
We started to choke
But we're the ones holding
The end of the rope
I don't know how
We got to this place
Where the truth
Is a matter of taste
I don't know but
We will be in the shit
Written by: Elan Micahel Mlagenovich, Levi Henderson, Robert Brunelle, Robert Skau
