I'll sing the songs that no one wants to hear
I'll spit the truth at oblivious ears
We're fading fast, Xanax and Bombay
Downhill headfirst, running shoes in vaseline

Industry vampires have found their niche
Drawing passionate blood
Bottle it, cashing in
Paranoid at red lights
Keep my windows rolled up tight
Because the vultures are hiding and waiting to exploit the songs we write

Whoo, American Eagle, we're coming for you
Black ink and razor blades
And to the bands with ears on our door, love to catch you backstage

The gimmick is: They don't give a fuck and it's obvious they haven't the slightest clue

I'll put a gun to the head of you aural thieves
Click, bang
A lead kiss wake up call you mother fuckers need

I'll put a fucking gun to the head of culture thieves
Click, bang
A lead kiss wake up call mother fuckers need

Keep your eyes out of my closet
Keep your ears off of my records

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