Crumble Lyrics

When it all comes crumbling down

Who'll 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 they'll never come back…

When it all comes crumbling down

Who'll 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 that's worth gleaning
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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

Who'll 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

That's buried millions but not their spirit

When it all comes crumbling down

Who'll be the last one standing around?