We know it's all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

But we don't care, we do it our way

We'll ditch the party and do it our way

We know it's all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

But we don't care, we'll do it our way

We'll ditch the party and do it our way We'll do it our way

Yeah, Mike got cancelled again this morning

One second they're applauding, next second they're mourning

Always been pretty shitty at following authority

Minute I turned 40, stopped giving a fuck if they adorеd me

Old and ornery, shoulda heeded еvery fucking warning

What a pity party of pretentious entitled people I'm yawning

Bunch of lazy motherfuckers leeching off the glory

So predictable that it is boring

Same sob story, same wack music

This whole industry is full of liars and abusers

Pedophiles, vile individuals and losers

Never made it with their own art, now they're useless

Snitches stabbing family in the heart like Judas

Criticizing everybody clueless

Never caught bruises

Boutta catch a couple lumps if they talk foolish

They were handing keys to the kingdom, now they're making millions

While musicians question their existence

Same gimmicks, same glass ceiling

Monetize our feelings

Then sell us back the medicine to heal us

We know it's all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

And we don't care, we'll do it our way

We'll ditch the party, do it our way

We know it's all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

We don't care, we'll do it our way We'll ditch the party, do it our way

Chewing aspirin, while picking at a napkin on a bar stool

Fired the manager, that man files a lawsuit

Play 51 states in 48 days and you're telling me Everyone but the musician is getting paid

After all the applause come the vultures and claws

Swoop and pick up all the art to line their pocket walls

Wanna chin check them all, but police are on call

Parasites peddling so they can profit off of it all

Y 'all down to fuck around and catch a bit

I got nothing to lose but now Ceschi thinks he's about to have a kid

Plus I promised Mike I'd stop with the drugs and the fights I'd push the pen a bit and start recording all the dumb shit when I write

The pieces are needed for the puzzle’s completed

Somewhere in between we started feeding all of these heathens

And now

Eating the meaning of what we come to believe

It be the only truth we've known between you and me

Bad actors ruin scenes, commodify a dying dream

Bloodlet the wretched dead

If dummies and money bring funny things

Please - onward towards the casket

Feeding out the rat traps has its disadvantages

We know its all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

But we don't care, we'll do it our way

We'll ditch the party and do it our way

We know its all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

We don't care, we'll do it our way

We'll ditch the party and do it our way

We know its all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

We don't care, we'll do it our way

We'll ditch the party and do it our way

We know it's all falling apart

These are the risks we take for art

We don't care, we'll do it our way

Do it our way We'll do it our way