Get Faster, Cry for Happy
Getting faster
It's a fuckin' crime,
(It's trite and nice, motherfuckers)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I got nothin' to say
But I'll scream bloody murder,
Just like I were five
Present it so safely,
And pray it survives
Promote it and sell it
With a whole lotta sass,
Hooray, hooray!
For the upper-middle class
It's a fuckin' crime,
(It's trite and nice, motherfuckers)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I got nothin' to say
Yawn, it's the old one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
