The Lawrence Arms - The Profiteers lyrics

rate me

Marching on my face

Dancing on the grave

That I ain’t even in

And pissing on my shoes

And fuckin my mama .. again.

And I’m choking on the fumes of a promising youth

That crumbled into sloppy dusty doom

once I spread my wings and flew.

But if it smells like shit

And it looks like shit

Then my friend you can bet that we’d get rich off it

You can dream it

You can wrap it up and give it to the girl you’ve been loving

Or just thinking about fucking and baby

Ohhh!

It’s a crazy fucking world.

So the healthy white baby to the trench coat moms

Said the healthy white baby what else do you got?

Said the negro boy with his heart outside

And that filthy cock sucker that passed out getting high

I drive all night and you’ll never pull me over

Even though I’m always high

You won’t like me when I’m sober

‘Cause I just check my phone and sigh

Over and over and over and over and over and over…

And I wanna pound bricks on a night like this

When I’m a hundred miles or so from where I should have been

I got nothing but time to kill so baby hop in

Let’s go see the people, baby, that we could have been

These are the people, baby, that we could have been

These are the people that we maybe should have been.

If it smells like shit

And it looks like shit

Then there’s a guy that’s gonna try to put his dick in it

You can scream it

You can wrap it up and sell it to the girl you’ve been loving

Or just telling everyone you’re fucking

And baby, oh baby

It’s a crazy fucking world.

If you can dream it

You can wrap it up and sell it to the girl you’ve been loving

Or just telling everyone you’re fucking when you’re not really fucking her

Baby, it’s a crazy fucking world.