Bitches Songtext / Lyric

All These Years All This Time We Have Been Messin' With Your Mind

You Thought Us Noble Rad And True

You Just Don't Have A Fuckin' Clue

All The Humor Pun And Wit

A Heaping Steamin' Pile Of Shit

With A Smile And A Wink We Make Believe Our Poop Don't Stink

Rip The System Revolution

Adding Fuel To Your Confusion

Gobble Up The Crap We Feed You

We Don't Really Love And Need You

We Just Want Your Cold Hard Cash

Get Our Hands On Your Stash

Now Shut Up Listen And Behold

Finally The Truth Be Told



We're Only In It For The Money

To Dip Our Fingers In Your Honey

We Pretend To No End

We Are Bitches For Your Riches






Blindsided By Audacity Of A Handsome Crook From Germany

A Million Sheets Of Patient Paper Chronicle His Every Caper

You Never Had Us Figured Out

Lent Stature Relevance And Clout

Even Called Us Pioneers When Really We Were Privateers

You Reveled In Our Plagiarism Joined Into The Onanism

Your Pompousness And Indecorum

Spewed On Every Online Forum

How You Dribbled How You Drooled Priceless How We Had You Fooled

We Hi-Jacked Your Bedazzled Soul For Ransom To Be Paid In Gold



We're Only In It For The Game

Sex 'N'drugs 'N' Rock'n'roll Fame

We Parade The Charade

We Are Jamming For Your Mammon



We're Only In It For The Encore

We Want It All And Then Some More

Men Of Deeds For Proceeds

Prime Booty Is Our Duty



We're Only In It For Returns

A Greased Palm Nevers Burns

Can't Get Enough To Stuff

The Orifice Of Avarice