The Profiteers

Marching on my face
 Dancing on the grave that I ain't even in
 And pissing on my shoes
 And fuckin my [?] 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 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.