Paroles de Sour (feat. Drew Dijorio)

All the press, what a mess It went sour Found a cheat nothing more Than a coward Lock him up, lock him up They yelled louder The blind will lead the blind right off the I don't wanna make amends I don't wanna to be your friend I just want to burn it down Burn it down! Speak out or be part of the problem Stand up, got the numbers to stop them What's the value of truth does it come with a price? So I suggest that we all burn it down! Stash the cash rob the purse Hide it under Bucket seats in the car Of your mother's Big shot, big shot They called your brother He came to bail you out but crashed into the side of the I don't wanna bring you love I don't wanna kiss and hug I just wanna let you down Burn it down! Speak out or be part of the problem Stand up, got the numbers to stop them What's the value of truth does it come with a price? And I've been trying to get it right Got off with some minor offenses A quick death never heard a confession How much guilt do you feel? Does it cut like a knife? So I suggest that we all burn it You're pitiful You're cynical From high on top your pedestal And if I had my way, I swear I'd spit at you You're out of luck, without a buck Guess you weren't rich enough The papers say you'll rot away You ungrateful fuck Burn it down!