Paroles de Dirty-Faced Brethren

Riding into town on the edge of our shadows Pigeonholed, not pigeon-toed, boxes off, no more TV shows The world splattered with conformity covering rationality But we're bringing down your disco deities We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean, yeah Oh, oh, hey, oh We're the dirty-faced brethren Oh, oh, hey, oh Dear friar of the ancient human experience Cut another node off of us to clone the essence Never in line for this ride, we're already aboard Tell that to the man charging for tickets and he'll carve your throat We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean Oh, oh, hey, oh We're the dirty-faced brethren Oh, oh, hey, oh Oh, oh, hey, oh We're the dirty-faced brethren Oh, oh, hey, oh Oh, oh, hey, oh We're the dirty-faced brethren Oh, oh, hey, oh We weeble, we wobble, but we don't fall down You're working hard for your money like it's going outta style A bloodshot, dirty-oiled entity Putting filth in the groove that keeps the cylinders clean, yeah