I smell the blood of bitter bastards

The smell of getting caught up in your own self admiration

Left in stitches from your ignorance

Familiarise yourselves ‘cause we're not going anywhere

I saw you at the front row miming all the words

You pretended you didn't know

It’s all for show (miming all the words)

It’s all for show (miming all the words)

It’s all good though

"Sorry for what? Our daddy taught us not to be ashamed of our dicks."