"I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz" lyrics
Live like a legend and die like an asshole
You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes
The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod
"Put fists up like I got, now gimme the loot."
How I tried to buy my soul back
But the devil bent me over for it
Got me curled up in the shower
Scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management
Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural
Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits
And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel
Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom
How I tried to buy my soul back
But the devil bent me over for it
Got you curled up in the shower
Scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management
You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes
The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod
"Put fists up like I got, now gimme the loot."
How I tried to buy my soul back
But the devil bent me over for it
Got me curled up in the shower
Scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management
Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural
Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits
And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel
Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom
How I tried to buy my soul back
But the devil bent me over for it
Got you curled up in the shower
Scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management
Writer(s): Nuno Pereira, Brian Robinson, Trevor Reilly, Nicholas Angelini, Christopher Levesque
