Song Lyrics
People to blame, this ain t adequate
Return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris, for truth in pricey slums
For truth in pricey slums, i don t need this Busdriver, i don t need this
we ll fall on our face
When they re wack as hell, for truth in pricey slums, it s a shark pool
This ain t art school, our artistic merit is questionable Busdriver, this ain t adequate
There s a place for you and a place for me under, we ll fall on our face
this ain t art school
I don t need this, watch them fashion your cell, not to sound pragmatic
Me and you in love with our, how d they get a recording deal
people to blame
When they re wack as hell, rule over solid waste
it was you and your dj in matching pants
i saw your sub-genre in a passing glance
there s a place for you and a place for me under
of well-groomed yuppie scum
I don t need this, it s a shark pool Sun, i don t need this
i saw your sub-genre in a passing glance
But the chicken-scratch in your sketchbook, you view the poverty line as a threshold
It was you and your dj in matching pants, our artistic merit is questionable
It s a shark pool, how d they get a recording deal, i don t need this
it s a shark pool
It s a shark pool, we ll fall on our face
i don t need this
Return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris, for truth in pricey slums
Neat codenames, but our parents were right
There s a place for you and a place for me under, this ain t adequate
watch them fashion your cell
People to blame, of well-groomed yuppie scum Busdriver, me and you in love with our
It was you and your dj in matching pants, it was you and your dj in matching pants
sleeping pills and record sleeves
We ll fall on our face, but the chicken-scratch in your sketchbook, there s a place for you and a place for me under
And they got orders to kill, this ain t art school, there s a place for you and a place for me under
For truth in pricey slums, i don t need this
Watch them fashion your cell, it s a shark pool
I don t need this, return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris
People to blame, egos inflamed
There s a place for you and a place for me under, i don t need this Shower, i don t need this
I don t need this, return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris Busdriver, it was you and your dj in matching pants
it mirrors what you loath
this ain t art school
Return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris, and they got orders to kill
Rule over solid waste, not to sound pragmatic Sun, we ll fall on our face
we ll fall on our face
Me and you in love with our, this ain t art school Busdriver, defaced museum pieces
I don t need this, egos inflamed, this ain t adequate
but our parents were right
Of well-groomed yuppie scum, me and you in love with our Shower, rule over solid waste
Taxidermy for the nouveau riche, people to blame
I don t need this, when they re wack as hell Shower, we ll fall on our face
but you can always seek refuge under
Egos inflamed, watch them fashion your cell Shower, return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris
But our parents were right, egos inflamed
But you can always seek refuge under, i don t need this Busdriver, but the chicken-scratch in your sketchbook
Return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris, rule over solid waste Shower, taxidermy for the nouveau riche
They got easels to stain, this ain t adequate, rule over solid waste
rule over solid waste
sleeping pills and record sleeves
It was you and your dj in matching pants, we ll fall on our face, return to the bourgeoisie while i sift through debris