Ambition creeps and ambitious creeps
Hate it when you show the ways they're weak
Won't be satisfied until you never speak
Or even try
Petty tyrants and presidents
Obsessed with perceived achievements
But they're still gonna shit their pants
When they die
They don't want you to know that
You can get all your time back
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got to have a choice
Of where to start
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got
To have a choice
The times you lost the times you had
Trying to make yourself less bad
It's all an insane power grab
Crankin hog
If you're serving onion rings
Or an MBA made you a king
Everybody serves something
What's your god?
They don't want you to know that
You can get all your time back
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got to have a choice
Of where to start
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got
To have a choice
Is management what you expected?
Bossing around the disaffected
Nobody gets resurrected
If you ignore the fire you won't be protected
If civility makes you a dense motherf*cker
I'd rather be down right here in the gutter
If civility makes you a dense motherf*cker
I'd rather be down right here in the gutter
Trash Boy - Ambitious Creeps Lyrics
Trash Boy - Ambitious Creeps Lyrics
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Ambition creeps and ambitious creeps
Hate it when you show the ways they're weak
Won't be satisfied until you never speak
Or even try
Petty tyrants and presidents
Obsessed with perceived achievements
But they're still gonna shit their pants
When they die
They don't want you to know that
You can get all your time back
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got to have a choice
Of where to start
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got
To have a choice
The times you lost the times you had
Trying to make yourself less bad
It's all an insane power grab
Crankin hog
If you're serving onion rings
Or an MBA made you a king
Everybody serves something
What's your god?
They don't want you to know that
You can get all your time back
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got to have a choice
Of where to start
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got
To have a choice
Is management what you expected?
Bossing around the disaffected
Nobody gets resurrected
If you ignore the fire you won't be protected
If civility makes you a dense motherf*cker
I'd rather be down right here in the gutter
If civility makes you a dense motherf*cker
I'd rather be down right here in the gutter
Hate it when you show the ways they're weak
Won't be satisfied until you never speak
Or even try
Petty tyrants and presidents
Obsessed with perceived achievements
But they're still gonna shit their pants
When they die
They don't want you to know that
You can get all your time back
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got to have a choice
Of where to start
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got
To have a choice
The times you lost the times you had
Trying to make yourself less bad
It's all an insane power grab
Crankin hog
If you're serving onion rings
Or an MBA made you a king
Everybody serves something
What's your god?
They don't want you to know that
You can get all your time back
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got to have a choice
Of where to start
Nobody asked to be born
No one ever got
To have a choice
Is management what you expected?
Bossing around the disaffected
Nobody gets resurrected
If you ignore the fire you won't be protected
If civility makes you a dense motherf*cker
I'd rather be down right here in the gutter
If civility makes you a dense motherf*cker
I'd rather be down right here in the gutter
Writer: Trash Boy
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