In time, they'll talk it out but I don't even know what for
Diseased, despicable exchanges made behind closed doors
To grind, to work it out and calculate the latest scores
To ship the units, feign emotion, get 'em in those stores
Chorus
And my! It's so nice to see that you knew how
To fly! We'll shoot you up when you come down
In time, they'll sell it out and pa** it off as something real
The drinks, the talent spewing nonsense at the label meals
We'll smile, we'll shake it off and laugh at those that we despise
At last, your rock and bullsh** swindle leads to your demise!
Chorus
Oh, oh...
In time, they'll talk it out but I don't even know what for