Wstr - Gobsh**e lyrics

I smell the blood of bitter ba*tards The smell of getting caught up in your own self admiration Left in stitches from your ignorance Familiarise yourselves ‘cause we're not going anywhere I saw you at the front row miming all the words You pretended you didn't know It’s all for show (miming all the words) It’s all for show (miming all the words) It’s all good though I heard you had it figured out I'm glad we got to talk it out