"Bitches" lyrics
"Bitches"
All these years, all this time
We have been messin' with your mind
You thought us noble, rad and true
You just don't have a fucking clue
All the humor, pun and wit:
A heaping, steaming pile of shit
With a smile and a wink
We make believe our poop don't stink
Rip the system, revolution
Adding fuel to your confusion
Gobble up the crap we feed you
We don't really love and need you
We just want your cold hard cash
Get our hands into your stash
Now shut up, listen and behold:
Finally the truth be told!
We're only in it for the money
To dip our fingers in your honey
We pretend to no end
We are bitches for your riches
Blindsided by audacity
Of a handsome crook from Germany
A million sheets of patient paper
Chronicle his every caper
You never had us figured out
Lent stature, relevance and clout
Even called us pioneers
When really we were privateers
You reveled in our plagiarism
Joined into the onanism
Your pompousness and indecorum
Spewed on every online forum
How you dribbled, how you drooled
Priceless how we had you fooled
We hijacked your bedazzled souls
For ransom to be paid in gold!
We're only in it for the money
To dip our fingers in your honey
We pretend to no end
We are bitches for your riches
We're only in it for the gain
Sex 'N' drugs, 'N' rock'n'roll fame
We parade the charade
We are jammin' for your mammon
We're only in it for the encore
We want it all and then some more
Men of deeds, for proceeds
Prime booty is our duty
We just want your cold hard cash
Get our hands into your stash
Now shut up, listen and behold:
Finally the truth be told!
We're only in it for returns
The greased palm never burns
Can't get enough to stuff
The orifice of avarice
We're only in it for the money
To dip our fingers in your honey
We pretend to no end
We are bitches for your riches
We are bitches for your riches
Thanks to Thx.jrp for correcting these lyrics.
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