Mercenary

I was the future, In nineteen-ninety-five I watched the flashbulbs burst, Whenever I'd arrive I'd tape my knuckles up Cinched and tight; for the ring Just beneath the gloves Clenching white for the swing I was a sellout Before a sellout crowd, I threw the fight in my head Before the fat lady bowed You want a tip-off Some good advice for the brawl? Just wear mouth-guard To keep your teeth when you fall And when you quit, Make sure that you can Wash you hands of it Armed to the teeth Score one for treachery I am a mercenary There's more lies here Than we can all bury I am a mercenary I've seen the headlines Swarming thick with flies I've seen the Billboard Charts I've heard them spitting lies Here's to your lame award Your phony Nobel Prize Here's to the suckers lining up To see us compromise Let's light a campfire We'll have a sing along I'll burn some bridges. You'll bring the crappy songs And when you quit Make sure that you can wash your hands of it There's a part of me I've compromised Buried somewhere under ghosts of lies Make it quick, make it sick Turn the crank and just play the greatest hits... sigh. There's a part of me that I despise Pull the curtain back and see what dies Emerald spires of the near profound Let's burn this lousy city down --- Mercenary - Brave Saint Saturn