Pushers - The Business Industry Lyrics

Who's vaping with my daughter
If we can't be as aloof as martyrs, why bother
Finding the bottom is a simple task
Yet it's so difficult for you
Pedestrians need not apply, little guy

Now ya say there's dogshit on my sneakers
Guess I better run tell the deacon and the preacher
Toppin me, toppin me, toppin me, yeah
She's always toppin and sloppin and droppin and boppin me
Need a frontal lobotomy from sodomy, fix the economy
(Honey... I think I smell toast)

NOW I see that slavery's wrong
You CAN live in a place too long
Sayin' it's alright, alright
Can't be somethin' you're not
Oh, you must've forgot
Piss on my grave
You can spell out my name
E N T R E P R E N E U R
Blessed by the game
Guess I'm cursed with this brain
Meaning the head I receive from strangers

Who's wasting
What will baby do
Gonna pop off real soon
As we race towards zero-sum
I am plucked, I am nude
Push a needle thru my eye and suddenly
It's understood, it's all good
Could've been burned down in the wood
Call it dumb luck
From a horse's ass's lips to a barn dog's ears
Virgil led me here

Property, Property Brothers on top of me
Feelin' like it's gotta be bodily harm as a policy
Dig a fella's prosody, laugh at the comedy, coddle me
Shouldn't have to suck on the cock of human kindness for camaraderie
A dip in the river, a sip from my zipper, we're talkin' Bread & Roses
Suppose it's a notice to folks who oppose us
Now I'm smokin' on Holy Moses and watchin' Mr. Holland's Opus
The ecstacy of witnessing the market's apotheosis
Shit is bogus

Now I sing this bravery song
You can f*ck, but you won't last long
But hey, it's alright, alright
Brace for a twist in the plot
Boy, this take is too hot
Christ on the cross
Here's a psalm for ya, boss
Genuflect Accept and Praise The Way That Things Are
Best stay ingrained
Got an outlook to feign
Meaning the dance that I do for strangers