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Boysetsfire - The Misery Index: Notes From the Plague Years - So Long… and Thanks for the Crutches
The Misery Index: Notes From the Plague Years
01. Walk Astray
02. Requiem
03. Final Communiqué
04. The Misery Index
05. (10) And Counting
06. Falling Out Theme
07. Empire
08. So Long… and Thanks for the Crutches
09. With Cold Eyes
10. Deja Coup
11. Social Register Fanclub
12. Nostalgic for Guillotines
13. A Far Cry / Still Waiting for the Punchline
Just enough freedom to forget you're a slave
Just enough anger to make sure we get paid
Easy does it, baby, don't lose your head

Cause we both now
That ideals
Don't sell
Come now
Pass us the saccharin
Part 1
To part 2
Who knew
You had it so easy

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it

Shake it like a rebel, just don't cross the any lines
Cause family, god, and country are back in style
Sex, drugs, and politics are fine, just remember

That we own you
We bought you
And we'll sell you
Whenever we want to
We break
Your legs
And you will
Thank us for the crutches

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

We wanna fuck, but we end up kissing
Is this still rock cause the danger is missing
You gotta feed it, gotta feed your addiction
So pack a lunch for the next crucifixion
You wanna feel the applause
You wanna win at all costs
Well you better learn to play nice and eat shit like a dog

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on