Same Old Story - moe.

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