Pro-Gear, Pro-Attitude, Pro-Results

I'm standing here on bended knee
Making this my final plea
To put an end to ad-space pageantry
Sucked to me like a goddamned leach, like a leach
Like you got it all and still want more

You got high hopes
It don't seem likely
They're looking to fill spots on easy street
But spots were filled by worker bees
Who were all too eager to please
What's shit is shit it will always be
A lame report on a stagnant scene
Make everything like everything
Make every day the same routine

You can purge your soul to the tune of sorry but I've heard it before
So do what you want just not another encore