I'm not here to entertain you
I'm here to meet my friend the Russian, the Irish, the German, the Colombian
I don't care how bad I fuck up, I care about hox fucked up I get
I'm not your clown, I'm your dealer and I'm holdin' 3 bindles of bullshit
And you're buyin' it cuz you are addicted to the pure and totally uncut
I'm not here to amuse you, I'm here to abuse my body and mind
I'm here because old habits die hard
And seriously what else am I supposed to do?
This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit, it's sad, but this is my life
Welcome to our mission statement total self-debasement and not giving our all
(watch us fall)
It's not that we don't pull it, it's just we only give about 60 or so percent
Would you rather be fed bullshit from some 20 something makeup wearing pop star?
"This one goes out to all our loyal fans all over the world
We couldn't have done it without you we love you Modesto"
Fuck you and your taking it easy before the show
So you won't lose your voice and disappoint your fans routine
You don't care about the children, you don't even know them, all you know is their money
Writer(s): Michael Nadeau, Kurtis John Henneberry, Leif Christensen, Anton Yurack, John O'leary
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