Saint Avarice - Mr. Spitzer lyrics

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Saint Avarice - Mr. Spitzer lyrics

Wake up; it's the start of a new day Pull out your Monday's best Make sure that your tie's on straight What is it you stand for? Nothing here seems to make sense You've been called in on your day off You step downstairs Don't even look at your breakfast plate Kiss your wife and child goodbye It's the same old story Again, you step foot outside of those doors Keys in, the ignition as you pull out 65 on 25, you're almost at the gate, Bottoms Up calls at your pockets, You can hardly wait, What is it you stand for? Nothing here seems to make sense, You've been called in on your day off, Decide where to hide, in the back of the club, Spend all your hard earned cash on the who*es and the s*uts, You're sick, You're cursed, You will lose it all, You've committed yourself to a lifetime of mistrust, Left your life at home with the ones you should love, The more you abuse the game, The more you'll shortly lose, Now time to decide which side of it all Do you choose? The night's still young, he's holding his piece on the side, His reservation has been set, a brothel in which they can hide, Tonight's the night, he gives her all that she urges for, A 20 turns to 40 and still he strives to give her more, What is it you stand for, Nothing here seems to make sense, You've been called in on your day off, Decide where to hide, in the back of the club, Spend all your hard earned cash on the who*es and the s*uts, You're sick, You're cursed, You will loose it all, You've committed yourself to a lifetime of mistrust, Left your life at home with the ones you should love, The more you abuse the game, the more you'll shortly lose, Now time to decide which side of it all Do you choose? What a wonderful way to start off a Monday morning, Out all day, The spotlight is on and now you're the media's darling, What's the problem? You made history, Now make your bed and sleep in it, Decide where to hide, in the back of the club, Spend all your hard earned cash on the who*es and the s*uts, You're sick, You're cursed, You will loose it all, Return to a vacant house on a Tuesday night...