Night Crawlers
You're a world class winning bet
Or working class living dead
You go to class, live in debt
Tell me, what job did you get?
So, can you admit it yet?
It's a sick social experiment...
You're going where your parents went
Make you work until you're bored to death
One vacation is all you get
Now type until you break a sweat
You think you got enough money?
Because I could give you another five, or a ten
The decorations keep on going up
But we ain't celebrating
We can only take so much
So let's just leave it up to luck
This ain't on television
Nobody could make this up
A couple months later
There will be nothing left of me but a few bones
There will be nothing left of me
So you can tell me because I already know
You're not doing me a favor
If we get old and say goodbye, nobody has to know
Nobody has to know...
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Keep crawling up, Night Crawler, yeah
Crawling up, Night Crawler
Crawling up, Night Crawler, yeah
Crawling up... Keep going...
You want me to buy that off of you?
Crawler... we're gonna crawl up
Crawling up... my skin is crawling up...
Suffering from digital addiction
How much do you want?
(Cocaine? Facebook?)
Photoshop fixing the gaps in your teeth
The color your hair is, the way that your face looks
So have as much as you want;
No purchase necessary!
Just click here to sign up!
Oh no, there's no hope...
You're caught in the web
Now your brain's unavailable...
Can you ask your girlfriend to come over?
I want to ask her a very important question.
Or working class living dead
You go to class, live in debt
Tell me, what job did you get?
So, can you admit it yet?
It's a sick social experiment...
You're going where your parents went
Make you work until you're bored to death
One vacation is all you get
Now type until you break a sweat
You think you got enough money?
Because I could give you another five, or a ten
The decorations keep on going up
But we ain't celebrating
We can only take so much
So let's just leave it up to luck
This ain't on television
Nobody could make this up
A couple months later
There will be nothing left of me but a few bones
There will be nothing left of me
So you can tell me because I already know
You're not doing me a favor
If we get old and say goodbye, nobody has to know
Nobody has to know...
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Keep crawling up, Night Crawler, yeah
Crawling up, Night Crawler
Crawling up, Night Crawler, yeah
Crawling up... Keep going...
You want me to buy that off of you?
Crawler... we're gonna crawl up
Crawling up... my skin is crawling up...
Suffering from digital addiction
How much do you want?
(Cocaine? Facebook?)
Photoshop fixing the gaps in your teeth
The color your hair is, the way that your face looks
So have as much as you want;
No purchase necessary!
Just click here to sign up!
Oh no, there's no hope...
You're caught in the web
Now your brain's unavailable...
Can you ask your girlfriend to come over?
I want to ask her a very important question.
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Writer(s): Daniel Scott
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