"Sour" lyrics
(feat. Drew Dijorio)
All the press, what a mess
It went sour
Found a cheat nothing more
Than a coward
Lock him up, lock him up
They yelled louder
The blind will lead the blind right off the...
I don't wanna make amends
I don't wanna to be your friend
I just want to burn it down
Burn it down!
Speak out or be part of the problem
Stand up, got the numbers to stop them
What's the value of truth does it come with a price?
So I suggest that we all burn it down!
Stash the cash rob the purse
Hide it under
Bucket seats in the car
Of your mother's
Big shot, big shot
They called your brother
He came to bail you out but crashed into the side of the...
I don't wanna bring you love
I don't wanna kiss and hug
I just wanna let you down
Burn it down!
Speak out or be part of the problem
Stand up, got the numbers to stop them
What's the value of truth does it come with a price?
And I've been trying to get it right
Got off with some minor offenses
A quick death never heard a confession
How much guilt do you feel? Does it cut like a knife?
So I suggest that we all burn it...
You're pitiful
You're cynical
From high on top your pedestal
And if I had my way, I swear I'd spit at you
You're out of luck, without a buck
Guess you weren't rich enough
The papers say you'll rot away
You ungrateful fuck
Burn it down!...
It went sour
Found a cheat nothing more
Than a coward
Lock him up, lock him up
They yelled louder
The blind will lead the blind right off the...
I don't wanna make amends
I don't wanna to be your friend
I just want to burn it down
Burn it down!
Speak out or be part of the problem
Stand up, got the numbers to stop them
What's the value of truth does it come with a price?
So I suggest that we all burn it down!
Stash the cash rob the purse
Hide it under
Bucket seats in the car
Of your mother's
Big shot, big shot
They called your brother
He came to bail you out but crashed into the side of the...
I don't wanna bring you love
I don't wanna kiss and hug
I just wanna let you down
Burn it down!
Speak out or be part of the problem
Stand up, got the numbers to stop them
What's the value of truth does it come with a price?
And I've been trying to get it right
Got off with some minor offenses
A quick death never heard a confession
How much guilt do you feel? Does it cut like a knife?
So I suggest that we all burn it...
You're pitiful
You're cynical
From high on top your pedestal
And if I had my way, I swear I'd spit at you
You're out of luck, without a buck
Guess you weren't rich enough
The papers say you'll rot away
You ungrateful fuck
Burn it down!...
