Whiskey Is Alright In Its Place, But Its Place Is In Hell Lyrics - Fear Before The March Of Flames

I am the street peddlers miracle juice 

Do I hear? Do I hear? 

(Numbers) Buyer in the balcony section 

Sold to the vampire and his lovely establishment 

If integrity were a wooden spike we'd all be fucked 

Push the corpse into the gutter 

We'd say to one another 

These smart-ass children had it coming 

These clones drone along to their power chord medleys 

This is our lives watched by the auctioneer 

If we're going out to dance they're pissing on our disco halls 

You're up for sale. The plan of action is upsell