Gold Gutter

Aww, shit
You know what fuckin' time it is, whoa
Burn it, burn it down

I'd like to thank the world
For failing me (thank you all)
I'd count the ways but they're too deep
And where would I begin? (With you, and you, and you, and you)

I'd like to thank the bottom
For breaking me (I owe you one)
And I'd like to thank the Bible
For sin (for sin) (for sin)

A pound of flesh won't save your soul
Save your breath
Light the match
And look out below

Fingers to the sky
They're pointed at you
Right at you, motherfucker
Eye on the prize
Fist in the gold
And a foot in the gutter

I'd like to thank the world
For blaming me (you, and you, and you)
It is what it is
I did what I did to survive (I'm not ashamed)

I'd like to thank you all
For spitting on my grave
I know it makes you sick
But I'm alive (still here)
Alive

A pound of flesh won't save your soul
Save your breath
Light the match
And look out below

Fingers to the sky
They're pointed at you
Right at you, motherfucker
Eye on the prize
Fist in the gold
And a foot in the gutter

This is my favorite part of the movie
No, not fading to black
This is where you fuckin' scream
Bounce

Burn it, burn it, burn it down

A pound of flesh won't save your soul
Save your breath
Light the match
And look out below

Fingers to the sky
They're pointed at you
Right at you, motherfucker
Eye on the prize
Fist in the gold
And a foot in the gutter
Eye on the prize
Fist in the gold
And a foot in the gutter

That's what's up