Death March Groove

Mommy's favorite little monster
Tear your hopes and dreams asunder
Can it be? Ask yourself
Strung out on pedigree like everyone else

Living and dying and striving for better
Playing a game that's been rigged since forever
Watch out, 'cause the devil's on the move
Shucking and jiving to the death march groove

Talkin' 'bout my generation
They ain't me, you know I hate 'em
Bastard thugs taint my name
Fall from grace, such a shame
Get that gold, make those rules
Get too much, act a fool
Best at this, the best at that
If you ain't first, boy you're last

How can it be, you're asking yourself
Strung out on pedigree like everyone else
Watch out, 'cause the devil's on the move
Shucking and jiving to the death march...

Pettiness and pain, schadenfreude, disdain
All that is gold lost like tears in the rain
Each one of us is a living disorder
A deadly sinner on every street corner
Gluttony and sloth, greed, lust, and wrath
Envy and pride make sure it lasts
Fruits of individualism, unrepentant hedonism
Calvinism, chauvinism, racism, recidivism
Oligarchs, aristocrats, paupers, and slaves
Gleaming steel canyons dwarf squalid enclaves
Nobody's coming, the calm ain't in sight
Time to get off your asses and fight



Credits
Writer(s): Louie Charles Diller, Lucas Berman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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