Same Old Story

Moe
No Guts, No Glory
Same Old Story
The truth it has eluded me, and the lies they never suited me, while the volume has refuted me
Reducing me into a joke
Silence is a symphony and you look for an epiphany, but the pleasure and the ecstasy
Exponentially get toked
Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
Cut you down to size... “TIMBER….” It’s the Same Old Story
Both party hats and party pride, built the party line to save your hide
Self satisfied and glossy eyed, spin the truth until you choke
A three ring circus suicide, watch them sell their souls to save their hides
We’ll heat it up and let it slide; enjoy the mirrors and the smoke
Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
Cut you down to size... “TIMBER….” It’s the Same Old Story
Now wish for what you see and hear, bails out banks and billionaires
No timed served, so never fear. To make it fair we all get soaked
Take what they want, don’t ever share
To fill their pockets and to feed your fears
Through Paranoia, That’s how they scare
Sit tight, Don’t fight, Just light a smoke
Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
Cut you down to size... “TIMBER….” It’s the Same Old Story
JAM OUT!!!
Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
The end of the line, No Guts No Glory
Cut you down to size, No Guts, No Glory
Cutting you down, No Guts No Glory
One swing at a time, No Guts No Glory
It’s the end of the line, No Guts No Glory
Cut you down to size... “TIMBER….” It’s the Same Old Story