Lyrics

A fetishist and priest Were cuttin' up in a tomb When a ghost walked in and sucked the air out of the room And they say "Are you friendly? Are you foe? Or can you confidently tell us you even really know?" He got up early And he worked all day He came back home and slept his life away The choice is 'tween old and the daylight dim But he got right up and lived the nightmare all over again I haven't figured it out yet You assume the good boy will just take it on the chin And get right up and do it over again Cause you need a good boy to just take it on the chin But he said "there's no more that's left to win" I might start it if she said "I had a long life that I never had a chance to live" I just wanted to go down Go down in my own ship Keep your eyes on Your smartphone While we circle The same train Good guys with guns Are digging ditches In cap and gowns And American Idols are Engineering the perfect moments They heard gatekeepers hate cold calls But I've been wrong I've done awful things And embarrassed myself I've let my people down But I I don't wanna be good It's okay there's no future for us I wanna be good I don't wanna be good If I get tired as the camera flash In a stadium where this useless game is played Again and again and again and again and again and again and again