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

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 f___ed
Push the corpse into the gutter
We'd say to one another
These smart-a__ 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 p___ing on our disco halls
You're up for sale. The plan of action is upsell