Grotesque Through Incoherence Status Quo Lyrics

Sprot ain’t the law of the strongest, fake ones are
focused on gold but run away at the least effort. Shout
out to the real ones, especially to the rider who sticks
to his skateboard, outside, moneyless, sleeping under a
bridge without breaking loose ! Piss off !

Until packing up the floor of a wrecking skate park,
getting busted to get to another level. Status Quo,
that’s the fact, billions of green each month
That’s not the case, a six pack, only at every falling in
the park while skating at every kick to ride, you have to
pay, to spend, be sure it’s not that easy to buy DC shoes bwoy ! Yeah !
Of course Zidane is laughing while checking the style but
what about guilty conscience ?

About Ferrari, don’t make me laugh ! Like a traitor
Schumacher is making tons of cash every hour, having fun
while overblowing the mile meter.

The bloody stupid poor people, unaware of your wealth,
idolize you, that’s the cushy shame of fake sport, one
day of retribution could feed thousands of down and out
children’s mouth.
Underneath they are moneyless.
Beneath only worryless. Leeches full of cash !