Where is your money?
Where's your fame?
Hey, look at what I made
(1 2 3 4)
Lost touch with your life on demand,
Choreograph fuck ups make it safe
Cry about the drama but you know that it's your favourite time of day
Hey, hey, hey
Bleed slow it's more profit for them
You kick the drugs 'cause you don't know who to blame
But then the clock gets vertical
You're nervous so you start the show, but something's going wrong
Where is your money where's your fame?
Smash shit 'cause your house isn't gold
Dream lady liberty will make it all okay
'Cause you were born in the wrong generation
And don't pay attention to a world in flames
Sing fail for the heart attacks
I'm burning up and screaming miles like a Pontiac, yeah
Give me convenience in all of my grace
I'll play the numbers game
Hey, look at what I made
Sing fail for the heart attacks
I'm burning up and screaming miles like a Pontiac
Give me convenience in all of my grace
And now I'm in your face
Hey, look at what I made
Where is your money? Where's your fame?
Hey look at what I made
Where is your money? Where's your fame?
Hey look at what I made
Where is your money? Where's your fame?
Hey look at what I made
Where is your money? Where's your fame?
Hey, look at what I made
Sing fail for the heart attacks
I'm burning up and screaming miles like a Pontiac, yeah
Give me convenience in all of my grace
I'll play the numbers game
Hey, look at what I made
Sing fail for the heart attacks
I'm burning up and screaming miles like a Pontiac
Give me convenience in all of my grace
And now I'm in your face
Hey, look at what I made
Hey, look at what I made
Hey, look at what I made