My Name Is Ozymandias Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

With a wink and a nod look, we're all giving favors 

There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand 

Examples must be made, discipline must be maintained 

We're all a little mad here what a joy it is to kill 

Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds 

Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds 

'Cause at the top of the world, we're all just the bottom line 

Someone's been shook red-handed 

Dead stage center at the shit-grin parade 

Beware, beware, beware of an aging pack of men 

Who think like cats, wow 

And it ain't be part of the future 

A pox on your phony kings 

And all night while you slumber 

You'll dream of electric sheep 

Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds 

Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds 

'Cause at the top of the world, we're all just the bottom line 

For we may perish at the hands we must shake 

Our bodies longing for the aches to escape 

In the filth they'll accept is the filth 

I'm dragging my belly through 

For we may perish at the hands we must shake 

Our bodies longing for the aches to escape 

In the filth they'll accept is the filth 

I'm dragging my belly through 

'Cause we're being drowned out in our own fucking sound 

Now the teenage brigade has opinions 

And I can't get respect 'cause I'm not at the bar 

And the teenage brigade has opinions 

When I'm weak it is bleak and they're all capping me 

With their cold metal clutch on us tightly 

And I can't get respect 'cause I'm not at the bar 

And the teenage brigade has opinions 

So get hip to recouping with youth 

At the bottom of a rabbit's hole 

Do we all sound like this 

Do we all sound like this