"Good Advices" lyrics

What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and a-nothin' to say
Gonna trust my instinct like a plug in the sink
If you tolerate the stink, there'll be somethin' to pay

There are jewels in the rules
Stir up the soup, you gotta get through it
And the lies delivered from high
A synthetic vibe, they just gotta prove it

Go!

A song's your affirmation's just a drink pulled in the station
You passed up on the journey but you dripped through the mud
When opinions are facts and where's the story? Where's the hat?
The goose laid the golden egg, the honour, the crud

There are jewels in the rules
Stir up the soup, you gotta get through it
And the lies delivered from high
A synthetic vibe, they just gotta prove it

Oh, what do you get from the good advices?
What do you get from the loose opinions?
Now they're stackin' up into the millions
Ah

What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say
What do you get from the good advices?
Just a fresh set of vices and nothin' to say