Mr.Fancy pants Lyrics

Hey there Mr. Fancy Pants, head-high you decide your fate

We're serving ego for breakfast, or would you like to contemplate

Everything comes at a price, but for you, money just grows on trees

Funny how you take pride in all your dirty deeds, and dirty needs

Sit back, relax

And grab a glass

Pour selfishness

And have a blast

You control it all; you'll never fall

Fat cat on a loose; feeding on our souls

Because you know everything revolves around you

You got nothing to lose, your sins will always find you

All around you, your sins will always find you

No where to run

You think it's all under control

But you're going down, it's the final blow

Would you savor it?

Or would you fight for it?

Show us what's behind that mask of your yours

Showtime

Because you know everything revolves around you

You got nothing to lose, your sins will always find you

All around you, your sins will always find you

Nowhere to run