Mesmerized by idiots

Burnout fucks with broken guns

Impresses only the stupid ones



Glorified your fuck ups

That's just what the world's done

So don't keep blaming me for

The deaths of your so called perfect sons



I turned on the television

I saw the worthless selling crack

I seen the kids out on the street

Boasting about the women they beat



Glorified your fuck ups

That's just what the world's done

So don't keep blaming me for

The deaths of your so called perfect sons



When I say it, I'm a devil

When they say it, they're fucking poets



Glorified your fuck ups

That's just what the world's done

So don't keep blaming me for

The deaths of your so called perfect sons