Sin-Eaters

Wall Street jumps in the Hudson With gold in their bathing suits Then we send in the miracle fairies That's all we do Want to give a withering speech to the fucked Want to give a withering speech to the fucked We had beautiful views of the Weather coming for us We'll dive in with the sin-eaters While they suck it all up Want to give a withering speech to the fucked Want to give a withering speech to the fucked Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault