Lyrics You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples - Death By Stereo

You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples

This is a place that has no soul
No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair
In a world where gold rules all
The fools are quickly first to fall
They think a god will save them all
No!
They cannot see the prisoons that surround them
No!
The problems multiplying and compounding
No!
I will not let chains of excess pull me No!
Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me The time to find, we gotta find
The time to find, the state of mind
This is a place that has no soul
No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair
I will not get down on my knees
It’s the American disease
It’s just the way they hold us down
No!
They cannot see the prisoons that surround them
No!
The problems multiplying and compounding
No!
I will not let chains of excess pull me No!
Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me The time to find, we gotta find
The time to find, the state of mind
It’s inside of me And all the lies that you sold us, will nver hold us Now we’re just fed up And all the fences built around us, will never hold up Now we’re just fed up When we met you we where hungry
Yeah we where starving, now we’re just fed up We where hungry
NOW WE’RE JUST FED UP