Sin-Eaters

Wall Street, jumps in the Hudson with gold in, their bathing suits

Then we, send in the miracle, fairies, that's all we do

Want to give a withering speech to the fucked

Want to give a withering speech to the fucked

We had, beautiful views of the weather, coming for us

We'll dive, in with the sin-eaters while they, suck it all up

Want to give a withering speech to the fucked

Want to give a withering speech to the fucked (fucked)

Save my young white neck, it ain't my, fault

Save my young white neck, it ain't my, fault