This World Is Ours for the Taking

HEY MAN!
Whatcha got inside that case
Is it a weapon? You're goddamn right
I've bet on stacked odds since the day I was born
So tonight I'll bring a violin to a gun fight

Being a punk is tough these days
With countless corporations built to capitalize
The last thing that anyone needs around here
Is another sorry sucker to criticize

So here's to all the haters, Yeah
And here's to all the snobs, Fuck off
It's a pleasure to be the thorn in your foot
That you're constantly stepping on

Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
It was the best night that I'd ever had
Yeah but who's that guy with the fiddle in the band

You can call it whatever the hell you'd like
That's a sacrifice I'll make for success
I've got loves, gripes, and my instrument
I've seen more done with less

Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
It was the best night that I'd ever had
Yeah but who's that guy with the fiddle, Woah

Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
It was the best night that I'd ever had



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Writer(s): Seth Hansen
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