Every Fight is a Boss Fight
The intern a launching pad
Pay exposure and caveat
Been a minute since you wanted that
So big back in junior high
Bored playing goldeneye
Mixing acid and alkaline
Now you're speaking in monotone
Brass ring and a microphone
Built a house out of styrofoam
Cut a path cross the thunderdome
From the cavern to catacomb
Start a fight in the auto zone
Stop
You're just a bot
Who thinks that he's not
Who dreams that he's a
Porcelain artisan parliament and storm the barbican
You
Powerful you
Go get wrath on 'em, dude
But keep in mind
Tangible capital stashed inside your clavicle
They will pay what they can spare from the tray
The rest is their overdue carry through revenue it's freakin waterloo
Fight for the folks on your right and the left of your side
But look out
They shoot first
What did you think they'd do
You think they'd turn up their purse
This is the pinkertons and attitude is nothing to them anymore than a pose
The only threat we got is a bloody red rose
When they open fire
run for your life
You'll know that I'm right
Cause they'll open fire a long time before they see the white of your eyes
You'll be the pure
The organized horde
And this is your war
Pay exposure and caveat
Been a minute since you wanted that
So big back in junior high
Bored playing goldeneye
Mixing acid and alkaline
Now you're speaking in monotone
Brass ring and a microphone
Built a house out of styrofoam
Cut a path cross the thunderdome
From the cavern to catacomb
Start a fight in the auto zone
Stop
You're just a bot
Who thinks that he's not
Who dreams that he's a
Porcelain artisan parliament and storm the barbican
You
Powerful you
Go get wrath on 'em, dude
But keep in mind
Tangible capital stashed inside your clavicle
They will pay what they can spare from the tray
The rest is their overdue carry through revenue it's freakin waterloo
Fight for the folks on your right and the left of your side
But look out
They shoot first
What did you think they'd do
You think they'd turn up their purse
This is the pinkertons and attitude is nothing to them anymore than a pose
The only threat we got is a bloody red rose
When they open fire
run for your life
You'll know that I'm right
Cause they'll open fire a long time before they see the white of your eyes
You'll be the pure
The organized horde
And this is your war
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Writer(s): Peter Hassett
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