Dirty-Faced Brethren - Intellectual

Riding into town on the edge of our shadows

Pigeonholed, not pigeon-toed, boxes off, no more TV shows

The world splattered with conformity covering rationality

But we're bringing down your disco deities

We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down

You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style

A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity

Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean

We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down

You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style

A bloodshot, dirty-oilеd entity

Putting filth in the groove that keeps thе cylinders clean, yeah

Oh, oh, hey, oh

We're the dirty-faced brethren

Oh, oh, hey, oh

Dear friar of the ancient human experience

Cut another node off of us to clone the essence

Never in line for this ride, we're already aboard

Tell that to the man charging for tickets and he'll carve your throat

We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down

You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style

A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity

Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean

We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down

You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style

A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity

Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean

Oh, oh, hey, oh

We're the dirty-faced brethren

Oh, oh, hey, oh

We're the dirty-faced brethren

Oh, oh, hey, oh

We're the dirty-faced brethren

Oh, oh, hey, oh

We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down

You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style

A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity

Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean, yeah