WTEN

Lyrics for WTEN

Don't feed the birds, it isn't worth it One more fucking opinion, one more face with a mouth Nobody cares, nobody asked you Your sick twisted amusement ain't half as sick as the crowds All of your few and forgotten wins They won't be picked up by the anchormen Nothing is worth half as much as it costs I'm starting to feel like they're ripping us off And I swear, if I don't get that money back I'll rob this place for everything it has If I don't get that money soon I promise you'll be wishing you Never talked to anyone like that If it's the last thing I ever do, I swear to god I'll make it so you see this face all over WTEN Armed to the teeth and sweating bullets Nothing to say but still the loudest Pray to god, please don't make me do it again, amen Amen! I was building it up like an architect with a college degree Unprepared for the big collapse eventually Nothing short of a modern day Kérouac But without all the wit and the intellect But a wiser man than he, he told me Don't feed the birds, it isn't worth it One more fucking opinion, one more face with a mouth Nobody cares, nobody asked you One more fucking opinion, one more face with a big fat mouth