I'll sing the songs that no one wants to hear
I'll spit the truth at oblivious ears
We're fading fast, Xanax and Bombay
Downhill headfirst, running shoes in vaseline
Industry vampires have found their niche
Drawing pa**ionate blood
Bottle it, cashing in
Paranoid at red lights
Keep my windows rolled up tight
Because the vultures are hiding and waiting to exploit the songs we write
Whoo, American Eagle, we're coming for you
Black ink and razor blades
And to the bands with ears on our door, love to catch you backstage
The gimmick is: They don't give a f** and it's obvious they haven't the slightest clue
I'll put a gun to the head of you aural thieves
Click, bang
A lead kiss wake up call you mother f**ers need
I'll put a f**ing gun to the head of culture thieves
Click, bang
A lead kiss wake up call mother f**ers need
Keep your eyes out of my closet
Keep your ears off of my records