I was the future in 1995I watched the flashbulbs burst whenever I'd arriveI'd tape my knuckles up, cinched and tight for the ringJust beneath the gloves, clenching white for the swingI was a sellout before a sellout crowdI threw the fight in my head, before the fat lady bowedYou want a tip-off, some good advice for the brawl?Just wear a mouth-guard, to keep your teeth when you fallAnd when you quitMake sure that you can wash your hands of it Chorus:Armed to the teeth, score one for treacheryI am a mercenaryThere's more lies here than we can all buryI am a mercenary I've seen the headlines swarming thick with fliesI've seen the Billboard charts, I've heard them spitting liesHere's to your lame award, your phony Nobel PrizeHere's to the suckers lining up to see us compromiseLet's light a campfire, we'll have a singalongI'll burn some bridges, you'll bring the crappy songsAnd when you quitMake sure that you can wash your hands of it Chorus Bridge:There's a part of me I've compromisedBuried somewhere under ghosts of liesMake it quick, make it sickTurn the crank and just play the greatest hitsSighThere's a part of me that I despisePull the curtain back and see what diesEmerald spires of the near profoundLet's burn this lousy city down
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