Fear Before The March Of Flames - Whiskey Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is lyrics

I am the street peddlers miracle juice. Do I hear? Do I hear? (Numbers) Buyer in the balcony section Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment. If integrity were a wooden spike we'd all be f**ed. Push the corpse into the gutter. We'd say to one another. These smart-a** children had it coming. These clones drone along to their power chord medleys. This is our lives watched by the auctioneer. If we're going out to dance they're pissing on our disco halls. You're up for sale. The plan of action is upsell.