Mr. Asshole - Bigwig

You sell your soul now

And there’s nobody left

Friends dropping off like flies

Pushed to the brink

How much longer did you think

They’d humor your disguise?

Spend all you’re life kissing ass

Up the corporate ladder

Doing anything to get ahead

Including fucking over friends

To make that wallet fatter

Roll the credits to the show

It’s over before you know

You sell the blood you bleed

A life controlled by greed

What’s that, another threat?

Another cowardly admission it seems to me

You claim we’re not professional enough

My apology done professionally

Fuck you and all of what you say

So stick who you know up your right winged ass

And fuck your shallow industry

Roll the credits to the show

It’s over before you know

You sell the blood you bleed

Is this how you succeed?

Treating people as if they were your slaves

I’ve been sold