I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz

I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz Lyrics

Live like a legend and die like an a**hole.
You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes.
The revolution rock hits sound like sh*t through your iPod.
"Put fists up like 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 hands 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 letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.