Letra de Chequeless Reckless

A sell-out is someone who becomes a hypocrite In the name of money An idiot is someone who lets their education Do all of their thinking A phony is someone who demands respect For the principles they effect A dilettante is someone Who can't tell the difference between fashion and style Charisma is exquisite manipulation And money is a sandpit of the soul Money is the sandpit of the soul Money is the sandpit of the soul Money is the sandpit of the soul Taylor dreams of having it all She documents an essence in a bathroom stall An empty cheers marks an empty occasion The empty glass is ringing, all across the nation All across the nation All across the nation All across the nation Well, the suits are runnin' and it won't be long Until the blues cop, what's really going on? Well, the suits are runnin' and it won't be long Until the blues cop, what's really going on? What's really going on? What's really going on? What's really going on? What's really going What's really going on? What's really going on? What's really going on? What's really going What's really going on? What's really going on? What's really going on?