Death By Stereo You`re A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samp Lyrics

You`re A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samp Lyrics

This is a place that has no soul

No will to live no where to go

This is a time of much despair



In a world where gold rules all

The fools are quickly first to fall

They think a god will save them all



No! They cannot see the prisoons that surround them

No! The problems multiplying and compounding

No! I will not let chains of excess pull me

No! Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me



The time to find, we gotta find

The time to find, the state of mind



This is a place that has no soul

No will to live no where to go

This is a time of much despair



I will not get down on my knees

It's the American disease

It's just the way they hold us down



No! They cannot see the prisoons that surround them

No! The problems multiplying and compounding

No! I will not let chains of excess pull me

No! Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me



The time to find, we gotta find

The time to find, the state of mind



It's inside of me



And all the lies that you sold us, will nver hold us

Now we're just fed up

And all the fences built around us, will never hold up

Now we're just fed up

When we met you we where hungry,

yeah we where starving, now we're just fed up

We where hungry

NOW WE'RE JUST FED UP