| Song | I Wipe My Ass with Showbiz |
| Artist | A Wilhelm Scream |
| Album | Career Suicide |
| 作曲 : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| Live like a legend and die like an asshole. | |
| You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes. | |
| The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your i | |
| Pod. "Put fists up like I got, now gimme the loot." | |
| How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it. | |
| Got me curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read: | |
| Dear mother, | |
| I sold my soul for management. | |
| Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural. | |
| Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits. | |
| And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel. | |
| Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom. | |
| How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it. | |
| Got you curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read: | |
| Dear mother, | |
| I sold my soul for management. |
| zuò qǔ : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
| Live like a legend and die like an asshole. | |
| You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes. | |
| The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your i | |
| Pod. " Put fists up like I got, now gimme the loot." | |
| How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it. | |
| Got me curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read: | |
| Dear mother, | |
| I sold my soul for management. | |
| Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural. | |
| Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits. | |
| And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel. | |
| Versechorus, versechorus, a solo, then boom. | |
| How I tried to buy my soul back, but the devil bent me over for it. | |
| Got you curled up in the shower scratching the letters that read: | |
| Dear mother, | |
| I sold my soul for management. |