Pardon Me, Thanks A Lot - A Wilhelm Scream

Blood pressure is headed south

Servant becomes the master now

The greediest sons of a bitch alive

They came to bleed our city dry

Your ashes are dust to us

Born to money, fucked it up

The greediest sons of a bitch alive

Won’t buy us all

Backpedaling and preaching like you’re putting out a fire

You practice your pleasantries while you’re draped over the wire

Pardon me, well, thanks a lot

We were coming back to life

But Brutus couldn’t resist the knife

The greediest sons of a bitch alive

Shame on us all

But soon we will expose you for your ignorance and lust

We’ll keep our talking dirty while we drag you through the mud

We’ll vilify your slanderings while you’re under the gun

A most hideous thing, denial

Pardon me, thanks a lot

Thanks a lot