Parquet Courts

Parquet Courts - Master of my craft lyrics

rate me

I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine,

name in print, tongue, tshirts, and minds.

thread count - high

commissions - high

hourly rates - high

a minute of your time? forget about it.

I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things,

define paradigms, or curate no livin days, with high thread counts and staircases high.

People die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm building

I got no love for the living.

Death to all false prophets around here we praise the dollar you fucking hippie

Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels

Ya know Socrates died in the fuckin' gutter!

Thanks to Thommy for correcting these lyrics

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