Upper Decker

Lyrics

Dress it up and scent it with disgust Shit your pants and run for your life As days turn to weeks and the finger starts to numb Whose toast is this? Give it to me Who fucking cares Fuck it It's mine now A shift in power and class placement And that noise? It's just inside your head You run Screaming bloodlust What's that? It's just inside your head It tastes great as the words leave your mouth So try to scream with the cord around your throat As days turn to weeks and the finger starts to numb Whose toast is this? Who fuckin cares? Think of all the silly things that have passed you by Onto the upper deck as your life has gone away He was a God He was a hit man He was a henchman A cartoon character He was a God He was a hit man He was a henchman A cartoon character Onto the upper deck it comes Right on the face The time has come Say sorry (onto the upper deck) It's time to run (onto the face) Onto the face...come Time has come Think back Now it's gone It is like the ultimate money shot right on the face It's funny how job security works in this business From the top of the ladder to a world of shit Respected and feared to a babbling mess I heard you were a serious guy in your day The guy people saw when they needed things taken care of And with all your fall from the highest of places, it's the ultimate money shot right on the face In retrospect, it could have been worse Upper deck and the taste of disgust Think back Now it's gone With the snap of a finger, suddenly it was gone WIth the snip of your finger, wait to get the tip back in the mail Raper. Killer. Earth-shatterer. Raping. Killing. He's walking. Upper deck