Parquet Courts Master of my Craft

Tekst piosenki

I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine
Name in print, tongue, t-shirts and minds
Thread count – high
Commissions – high
Hourly rates – high
A minute of your time?
Forget about it

I didn’t come here to dream or teach the world things
Define paradigms, or curate no livin’ days
With high thread counts and staircases high
Hourly rates – high
A minute of your time?
Forget about it

Thread count – high
Commissions – high
Hourly rates – high
A minute of your time?
Forget about it

People die I don’t care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I’m building
I got no love for the living
Thread count – high
Commissions – high
Hourly rates – high
A minute of your time?
Forget about it

Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you f*ckin’ hippie
Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels
Thread count – high
Commissions – high
Hourly rates – high
A minute of your time?
Forget about it

From the hands of my mother, said I’m master of my craft

Thread count – high
Commissions – high
Hourly rates – high
A minute of your time?
Ya know Socrates died in the fuckin’ gutter!