Dead Pheasant

I write fucking sick songs

Like sand eggs and fucking ding dongs

I'm in a place I know what to do

Lying happily not wanting you

I'm really perfect

Everything I got I've earned it

Am I a narcissist

Fuck that I started this

I'm bleeding from my eyes

I can see your own demise

I am so jaded

Blistering hope becomes faded

Let's beat up the money

Don't start crying sonny

I know how to survive

Over my right doing I'm gonna thrive

You're gonna explode

And I'm gonna ride off on my big toad

Am I altruistic

Fuck that I started this

I'm bleeding from my eyes

I can see your own demise

I am so jaded

Blistering hope becomes faded

Let's beat up the money

Let's beat up the money

Let's beat up the money

Let's beat up the money