The Profiteers Lyrics & Chords By The Lawrence Arms

Marching on my face
Dancing on the grave that I ain't even in
And pissing on my shoes
And fuckin my [?] again
And I'm choking on the fumes of a promising youth
That crumbled into sloppy dusty doom once I spread my wings and flew
But if it smells like shit
And it looks like shit
Then my friend you can bet that we'd get rich off it
You can dream it
You can wrap it up and give it to the girl you've been loving
Or just thinking about fucking
And baby it's a crazy fucking world
So the healthy white baby to the trench coat moms
Said the healthy white baby what else do you got?
Said the negro boy with his heart outside
And that filthy cock sucker that passed out getting high
I drive all night and you'll never pull me over
Even though I'm always high
You won't like me when I'm sober
‘Cause I just check my phone and sigh
Over and over and over and over and over and over
And I wanna pound bricks on a night like this
When I'm a hundred miles or so from where I should have been
I got nothing but time to kill so baby hop in
Let's go see the people, baby, that we could have been
These are the people, baby, that we could have been
These are the people that we maybe should have been
If it smells like shit
And it looks like shit
Then there's a guy that's gonna try to put his dick in it
You can scream it
You can wrap it up and sell it to the girl you've been loving
Or just telling everyone you're fucking
And baby, oh baby
It's a crazy fucking world
If you can dream it
You can wrap it up and sell it to the girl you've been loving
Or just telling everyone you're fucking when you're not really fucking her
Baby, it's a crazy fucking world.