Mike Spine and The Beautiful Sunsets - Crumble lyrics

When it all comes crumbling down Wholl be the last one standing around? Will it be soccer mom in her new mini-van The genius in hummer with cigar in hand Motor home warrior with satellite TV Red neck corn farmer with genetic seeds Crystal new ager with necklace of beads Ted Nugent type cowards who lie through their teeth While living in compounds afraid of Iraq Too spineless to go cause theyll never come back When it all comes crumbling down Wholl be the last one standing around? The martini drinkers who sit on Wall Street Parasites living off our industry Commuter culture in suburbs deemed clean Devoid of character thats worth gleaning Wanna be gangster lives crime so petty Sells out his siblings for slice of bling bling Pee diddee hustlers who who*e out themselves Black became white in an effort to sell When it all comes crumbling down Wholl be the last one standing around? Indie-rock hipsters in tight shirts and jeans Industry scumbags who do evil deeds Commoditize music for personal gain Geffen and company who helped ruin the game Anarcho black bloc and a**orted types Indigenous peasants who struggle for life Under the pressure of a crushing system Thats buried millions but not their spirit When it all comes crumbling down Wholl be the last one standing around?