Sin-Eaters

Wall Street jumps in the Hudson
With gold in their bathing suits
Then we send in the miracle fairies
That’s all we do
Want to give a withering speech to the fucks
Want to give a withering speech to the fucks
We had beautiful views of the
Weather coming for us
We’ll dive in with the sin eaters
While they suck it all up
Want to give a withering speech to the fucks
Want to give a withering speech to the fucks
Save my young white neck, it ain’t my fault
Save my young white neck, it ain’t my fault