Lyrics

we're dropping the ball/berries to the wall/ count your losses/move on to the next stall/Lightening Rod/ says we're falling down on the job/ we've forgotten the heart, soul, mind and the bod/we're jobbers and slobs/jobbers and slobs/ best start praying to our God/for a little hustle/bunny poe/your folk is a joke/ and all your chainsmoking/ won't make you Leonard Cohen/ Zachary Keith/ Your soul is the swag, SuperMag is the thief/ all because you stopped believing