Whisky Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is In Hell Lyrics - Fear Before The March Of Flames

I am I am the street peddler 

I am I am the street peddler 

I am I am the street peddler 

I am I am 

I am I am the miracle 

I am I am the miracle 

I am I am the miracle 

JUICE 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

Buyer in the balcony (section) 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

Buyer in the balcony (section) 

Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment 

Vampire and his lovely establishment 

If integrity were a wooden spike, we'd all be fucked 

Push the corpses into the gutter 

We'd say to one another 

These smart-ass children had it coming 

These smart-ass children had it coming 

These smart-ass children had it coming 

These clones drone along to their power 

These clones drone along to their power 

These clones drone along to their power 

These clones drone 

up sell 

up sell 

These smart-ass children 

had it coming 

up sell 

up sell 

up sell 

These smart-ass children 

had it coming 

These smart-ass 

up sell 

up sell 

up sell 

If we're going out to dance 

(You're up for sale) 

they're pissing in the disco halls 

(You're up for sale) 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

If we're going out to dance 

(You're up for sale) 

they're pissing in the disco halls 

(You're up for sale) 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

This is our lives watched by the auctioneer 

This is our lives watched by the auctioneer 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell. 

up sell.