The Ballad of so and so Songtext

von Matthew Ryan

They say, "Ain't that quaint", they say, "Ain't that cute"
I wear hit hop soul over rock and roll roots
I got to lay it down false 'cause the truth don't sell
You got to get in the mall to feed the imbeciles

Revenge has gotten me this far
Revenge has gotten me this far
Revenge has gotten me this far
Can you imagine my luck?
Can you imagine my luck?

I got a palace out of town over on the west side
My wife and kids can't stand me, neither can I
My girlfriend says, "Hon' what is it you do?"
I guess my fans understand, if you don't, fuck you

Revenge has gotten me this far
Revenge has gotten me this far
Revenge has gotten me this far
Can you imagine my luck?
Can you imagine my luck?

I don't smile for the camera, I know you heard
I mugged a kid once when I lived in the suburbs
Ah there's beauty down there in those little things
Well, have you seen my wallet? Have you seen my rings?

Revenge has gotten me this far
Revenge has gotten me this far
Revenge has gotten me this far
Can you imagine my luck?
Can you imagine my luck?