A Wilhelm Scream - Pardon Me, Thanks A Lot lyrics

Blood pressure is headed south Servant becomes the master now The greediest sons of a b**h alive They came to bleed our city dry Your ashes are dust to us Born to money, f**ed it up The greediest sons of a b**h alive Won't buy us all Backpedaling and preaching like you're putting out a fire You practice your pleasantries while you're draped over the wire Pardon me, well, thanks a lot We were coming back to life But Brutus couldn't resist the knife The greediest sons of a b**h alive Shame on us all But soon we will expose you for your ignorance and lust We'll keep our talking dirty while we drag you through the mud We'll vilify your slanderings while you're under the gun A most hideous thing, denial Pardon me, thanks a lot Thanks a lot