Letras
Good goddamn, what a masterpiece
Laid out on the street in front of me
Good goddamn, another tragedy
Laid out on the street in front of me
Prices go up, and they don't come down
Cost 40 bucks just to hang around
I know people sleeping on the ground
Prices go up, and they don't come down
I wanna know where my money went
I want a new fucking president
I wanna believe that God is benevolent
I wanna know where my money went
Yeah, ooh
We all suffer
Under the cover of the night
Under the cover of the night
We all suffer
Yeah, ooh
Painkillers and nicotine
White bread and trashy TV
You can drink yourself half asleep
Just don't do it in front of me
Bad actors in politics
I can't take too much more of this
I'm looking for a more permanent fix
Like a deep, dark hole in a ditch
We sit in our living rooms
And become what we consume
There's nothing old and nothing new
Just whatever's in front of you
Yeah, ooh
We all suffer
Under the cover of the night
Under the cover of the night
We all suffer
Yeah, ooh
We all suffer
Fighting our ordinary fight
Fighting our ordinary fight
We all suffer
Mm, we all suffer
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh