Lyrics: Cooper Smith Goodwin/Dave Capdevielle
Music: Cooper Smith Goodwin
It's news to me that it's news to you
to which degree, who answers to who
We could go on and on
But in the end who are we kidding
My divinity is past infinity
Am i getting through?
Seems our regime has plummeted south
Don't need to scream
if you ain't gotta a mouth
why bite the hand that feeds
When it's the only hand you are getting
It's time you see that this great marquee
Is the only place you're ever gonna be
So strap on in and get on the chin
and don't forget who's running the show
Now look at this
Absolute bliss
Oh, what a shock
watch where you walk
I'm the host i run the place
Caine, that is my name
Not enthused? Just feeling used?
Oh what a god damn shame
Congratulations all of my friends
Public relations are getting a cleanse
Put on your sunday best
Because i'm nowwhere close to quitting
So play the games and just ignore the pains
Cause all that remains
Is how you prime your brain
You whine to me
But you're too blind to see
that i'm the one who's running the show