You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples - Death By Stereo

This is a place that has no soul

No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair

In a world where gold rules all

The fools are quickly first to fall

They think a god will save them all

No!

They cannot see the prisoons that surround them

No!

The problems multiplying and compounding

No!

I will not let chains of excess pull me No!

Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me The time to find, we gotta find

The time to find, the state of mind

This is a place that has no soul

No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair

I will not get down on my knees

It’s the American disease

It’s just the way they hold us down

No!

They cannot see the prisoons that surround them

No!

The problems multiplying and compounding

No!

I will not let chains of excess pull me No!

Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me The time to find, we gotta find

The time to find, the state of mind

It’s inside of me And all the lies that you sold us, will nver hold us Now we’re just fed up And all the fences built around us, will never hold up Now we’re just fed up When we met you we where hungry

Yeah we where starving, now we’re just fed up We where hungry

NOW WE’RE JUST FED UP