You'll never be a famous dude I hate to break it to you but it's true Vainglorious, your tower reeks of concrete Like a forcemeat battered zoo
Beep, beep? I don't wanna beep I ate that bullet like it was a vitamin Three sheets to the wind Don't give your enemies anything Gone, gone, Littlefoot is gone Those dino children making you hysterical We know what you are (Hey!)
Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge Ah, you are running on the dagger's edgе
I'm making so much money I could kill you just to bill you for my time I turn my body inside out whеn I think So I don't think anything
Beep, beep? I don't wanna beep I ate that bullet like it was a vitamin Three sheets to the wind Don't give your enemies anything Gone, gone, Littlefoot is gone Those dino children making you hysterical We know what you are (Hey!)
Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge (Living on a ball of iron) Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge (Living on a ball of iron) Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge (Living on a ball of iron) Ah, you are running on the dagger's edge
Your life is not the one you ordered The customer is always right The chanting of the rancid Hellkite hoot is Filling up your toad-crossed mind The need to reconnect with nature A ground-up horse and turkey lie The growling of your stomach's eldritch heart is Spilling into waking life We've all become tomorrow's bacon It's spilling into waking life
We've all become tomorrow's bacon The customer is always right We've all become tomorrow's bacon It's filling up your toad-crossed mind We've all become tomorrow's bacon It's a ground-up horse and turkey lie
Compositores: Alexander Kaines Robertshaw, Jonathan Joseph Higgs, Michael David Spearman, Jeremy Joseph Pritchard ECAD: Obra #42807142