Lyrics

This world's nothing but cruel 'cause of people like you You're goddamn vultures I'd hate to break the news, but we're all pawns to be used And no one gives a fuck about you (One, two, three, four) As you sit down at your desk Throwing gum at the depressed I know your daddy raised his hand So let's make sure he's impressed Wasted all my teenage years Got picked apart by my peers Another roadkill for you selfish pricks Who feast on our flesh If I could've worn mascara Without getting beat to shit I could've had a chance to live this World's nothing but cruel 'cause of people like you You're goddamn vultures I'd hate to break the news, but we're all pawns to be used And no one gives a fuck about you As you sit down at your desk Do you feel that sound in your chest? A beating heart, how many years left 'til your legacy's dead? You spent your life mocking us Just so you could end up a Sick washed up addict to the trap of middle America You should've worn mascara You should've took the hit Then maybe you wouldn't have to say this World's nothing but cruel 'cause of people like you You're goddamn vultures I'd hate to break the news, but we're all pawns to be used And no one gives a fuck about you You're stuck in Colorado, all you'll ever become Is a washed up alcoholic under somebody's thumb You're still a fucking no one, everybody hates your guts 'Til you're dead, 'til you're dead This world's nothing but cruel 'cause of people like you You're goddamn vultures I'd hate to break the news, but we're all pawns to be used And no one gives a fuck about you The world's nothing but cruel 'cause of people like you You're goddamn vultures I'd hate to break the news, but we're all pawns to be used And no one gives a fuck about you
Writer(s): Timothy Evan Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out