Lyrics

Dancing with fallacy, deceived by optimism Sign on the dotted line, under the definition Set the table, right in front of me Order up the finest, have a martini When the bill comes then you're back on your own Back to the kitchen back where you belong There never seems to be a better way It's not my way, it's not your way, fuck it anyway 3 the hard way I've been to Hollywood, seen through The somg and mirrors Steer from the corporation, incentive non-sincere Feel the snakebite, right below the knee Feel the venom circulate let it work slowly Get yourself a tourniquet, get up off the floor Fuck you to the rich this song is for the poor 3 the hard way