The Untouchable Class

You are no good to anybody
except you keep that world from falling
a scum-world without satisfaction
an ill world pregnant with processions

Why don't you just stop living?

there's a rock in your soul
there's a hole in your mind
you've got an assful of cash
you've got a mouthful of trash
you're going nowhere fast
you're the untouchable class!

"Don't you know there's something more beautiful in this world...
than that thing... between your legs...?"

"We're rich, we're famous, we're beautiful, and we're miserable."

stink fist / sick dick
dog pile / rat hole
slime ball / sick pig
trash can / freak man

Why don't you just stop living?



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Nardiello, Marston Daley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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