Lyrics

I'm standing here on bended knee Making this my final plea To put an end to ad-space pageantry Sucked to me like a goddamned leach, like a leach Like you got it all and still want more You got high hopes It don't seem likely They're looking to fill spots on easy street But spots were filled by worker bees Who were all too eager to please What's shit is shit it will always be A lame report on a stagnant scene Make everything like everything Make every day the same routine You can purge your soul to the tune of sorry but I've heard it before So do what you want just not another encore