Authenticity Songtext / Lyric

I have a stinger; I am a honeybee.
I am a razor; please cut your wrists with me.
You’re supercommon; you flaunt your pedigree.
You’re clear as water...

I’m already spinning in my grave.

I am the subject of your documentary.
You have a question? I am the third degree.
I am authentic; I’m authenticity (i’m no such thing-a)...

I’m already spinning in my grave.
La la la la.
I'm already spinning in my grave.
I’m already spitting on your grave.