And when the underworld's
Best kept secrets
Saw it's own reflection
I knew things had finally changed
For better or worse
Whatever as always

Midlife fires start to burn
They burn down our worn protection
I won't take pictures from their frame
Whatever as always

With their hands that sold me everything
Slapped a price tag on my chest

Bit my tongue and shut my mouth
Tried to blend in with the rest
But I'm a square peg
I'm a sore thumb

And it seems to me this apathy
Kills the life and honesty
It will deepen industry

All these songs sound so [bad word] good
Even if their meaning's hollow
Hollow words dry out your mouth
And you might find it hard to swallow all this [bad word] 
That we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing
That no money can change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us

The songs we sung when we were just young
Have all but lost their meaning
But there's still a few things
Still a few things
Still a few things
That we keep on believing
Still a few things
There's still a few things
That we keep on believing
 [bad word] music just ain't worth making
Smiles and thank-you's just ain't worth faking
Some [bad word]  hands ain't worth shaking
And if it's not broken we need to break it
There's no such thing as unconditional
No contracts bind you in the end
Make no mistake, this is a killing ground
Blood hungry and camouflaged as friend
Select yes
At the end of this mess
If you get there then it's your only [bad word] option left

These days I don't know
The people I'm supposed to [bad word] And I don't [bad word] these people
That I'm supposed to know

The handlebars on my dreams they slowly start [bad word] Helped take everything and somehow you still know
And as the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings
And sell them all for blow
These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to [bad word] And I don't [bad word] these [bad word] that I'm supposed to know
These handlebars on all my dreams they slowly start [bad word] The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too
Now they sell them all for blow
I make music for myself, not for hand jobs from the upper-tier or their undeserved wealth
Here's to their failing [bad word] health

I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away
The world gets harder each and every day
Take your last bite before it [bad word] away

There's something inside me I just have to say
Love nothing [bad word] no one
Just live for the [bad word] day