Chaos

Six-figure salary and still not fed up with insanity
Sound like you are mentally ill
And I still wonder why you keep chasing the dollar bill
So fix your lips your hips, acting like 20 and you can’t come to grips With the
plague ordinary people call age
You are working overtime, as a banker
Organized crime, leather shoes, expensive watch, big mansion
Still you cry at night
Now let it be said
You should be fucking dead
Now let it be said
They should be dead
How sweet, your kids in the backseat
While you smoke and work on the next tweet
Everyone in the gang so happy
Then it ends with a bang
A piece of processed food in the corner of your mouth
When you pushed her south
And because the man that you did not plan
It was like you could not command your own body
You could not withstand
Done, when done, cash in the hand, zip your pants up
Back to a happy marriage and family land
Now let it be said
They should be fucking dead
Let it be said
They should be dead
Now let it be said
You should be fucking dead
Now let it be said
They should be dead
When I feel down and low
In the city of cold where the snow falls
And no flowers seem to grow
We try to go out on tour
We try to ignore the insecure media whores
Burning out of control
When I feel down and low
In the city of cold where the snow falls
And no flowers seem to grow
We try to go out on tour
We try to ignore the insecure media whores
Burning out of control
Now let it be said
They should be fucking dead
Let it be said
They should be dead
Now let it be said
You should be fucking dead
Now let it be said
They should be dead
Let it be said
Now let it be said