Video White Collar Crime Scene de Brides Of Destruction 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Brides Of Destruction - White Collar Crime Scene Lyrics

White-Collar Crime Scene Song Lyrics
White-Collar Crime Scene by Brides Of Destruction So where the fuck is our pride tonight?
Are we just blank slates born at the end of an arms race?
We're the heirs to the chokeholds, chokeholds put on other necks.

So listen as we pluck the strings to a flagpole, a flagpole
The flagpole to this sleeper cell we've inherited.
The flagpole to this sleeper cell.

We sing these songs on stolen ground and ride up north on the highway
That Robert Moses pushed through the Bronx in the nineteen fifties.
A casino or new tenement house, so we don't ever have to think about
How we never seem to be the ones caught in the crosshairs.

We let out a sigh of relief as the gas prices go down,
And turn our headphones up to ignore the wrecking ball sound.
You got damn damn good at sleeping with the lights on,
And we got damn damn good at reaping the benefits.
We ignore the unjust overtures that chime.

We sing these songs on stolen ground and ride up north on the highway
That Robert Moses pushed through the Bronx in the nineteen fifties.
A casino or new tenement house, so we don't ever have to think about
How we never seem to be the ones caught in the crosshairs.
Caught in the crosshairs.
Caught in the crosshairs.

Grease or wrench, subversion or acquiescence,
Are we just blank slates born at the end of an arms race?
So where the fuck is our pride tonight?