Banshee (Ghost Fame) [Revisited]

One, two, three Well, I have to swallow pride, but it's making me sick Well, I have to swallow pride, but it's making me sick, oh Well, I have to swallow pride, but it's making me sick Well, I have to swallow pride 'til I'm sick We're here to fulfill every one of your dreams A small nominal fee, it only costs you your soul, yeah When they say, when they say I will say, I will say They say the older the bullshit, well, the more offensive the horn It's another trick, another matador I don't want to be that If you can take that, then you can fake that Until you grow a new mouth to say That I hate the ones that you adore Well yeah, swallow pride 'til you feel sick My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth Well, I swallowed pride 'til I felt sick Bulimia tastes better when you swallow this truth If you're equating fame to religion Where your faith at? Where your faith at? Go ahead and sell yourself when in Rome Now I finally see that And you can make it, nah, but you can fake it Though that skin is uncomfortable I'd rather show some skin than to bare my soul And I am the man that existed the year that hell got cold Now that I'm mature enough to feel Devil's touch We're gon' fuck until we're numb Until we're Until we're numb Well yeah, swallow pride 'til you feel sick My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth Well, I swallowed pride 'til I felt sick Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth Oh, fuck How you like that? How you like me now? How you like that? Well, how you like me now, bitch? We drove a hearse into the crowd and took the willing A leap of faith with a foot on the ground to wait for you When they say, when they say, when they say, "Go" I will say, I will say, "No" When they say, when they say, when they say, "Go" I will say, I will say, "No" Well yeah, swallow pride 'til you feel sick My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth Well, I swallowed pride 'til I felt sick Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth