Crumble Lyrics - Singles - Mike Spine And The Beautiful Sunsets

When it all comes crumbling down 

Wholl be the last one standing around? 

Will it be soccer mom in her new mini-van 

The genius in hummer with cigar in hand 

Motor home warrior with satellite TV 

Red neck corn farmer with genetic seeds 

Crystal new ager with necklace of beads 

Ted Nugent type cowards who lie through their teeth 

While living in compounds afraid of Iraq 

Too spineless to go cause theyll never come back 

When it all comes crumbling down 

Wholl be the last one standing around? 

The martini drinkers who sit on Wall Street 

Parasites living off our industry 

Commuter culture in suburbs deemed clean 

Devoid of character thats worth gleaning 

Wanna be gangster lives crime so petty 

Sells out his siblings for slice of bling bling 

Pee diddee hustlers who whore out themselves 

Black became white in an effort to sell 

When it all comes crumbling down 

Wholl be the last one standing around? 

Indie-rock hipsters in tight shirts and jeans 

Industry scumbags who do evil deeds 

Commoditize music for personal gain 

Geffen and company who helped ruin the game 

Anarcho black bloc and assorted types 

Indigenous peasants who struggle for life 

Under the pressure of a crushing system 

Thats buried millions but not their spirit 

When it all comes crumbling down 

Wholl be the last one standing around?