Lyrics

The opposition is now for sale So the Santa Maria has the freaks upon itself When competition leaves all that we could see On the way of audition, we watch on and on again Take it back, wrap, then you give it to me The apple of reality We love the ones presented all the whole time I feel sick, I feel, I feel sick, I feel, I feel sick From the blankets they gave me Lock, stock, and then you're ready to pay But they aren't for sale So we'll rock the slots in an American way In Casino Columbus Lock, stock, and then you're ready to pay But they aren't for sale So we'll rock the slots in an American way In Casino Columbus Like opposition On days you can't be paid So they knock above the rhythm, and they on and on again So I took a breath and danced it with me They all fell in for a ride They keep on dancing 'til we're the losers I want to be the bourgeoisie, but I don't have blue blood in my veins But I did see the vampirous pilgrim drop a few red drips from his fangs Yeah My bad My fucking bad, I fucked up I want to be the bourgeoisie, but I don't have blue blood in my veins But I did see the vampirous pilgrim drop a few red drips from his fangs Man, you're the fuckin' savior I don't know why I'm playin' it Well, you took the fuckin' chance anyway Well, you don't care Modest and the faithful We ain't shit Oh my God Tell the modest and the faithful We ain't shit And fuck modest and the bourgeoisie