Lyrics of 'Scream' by Wookiefoot

Art is dead and it took god with him
Try to save his soul singing in a museum
But you can buy his heart on a discount rack if you look way in the back
I’m talking way in the back
Syrup so sweet sugar making me choke spoon fed so deep
stuck in my throat
Need a sledgehammer if were wanna break through
Hollywood magic like a deja voo-doo
Everybody want the same old song
A clever little tune that we can sing along with
A lot of blank stares in the golden age of pity in the
Vanilla suburbs and the chocolate cities
Promising lips with the devil in his eye
Making all the babies giggle and the young girls sigh
He said excuse me can i take your world order
Happy meal number 3 cost you freedom and a quarter
The rich are getting rich and the poor stay poor
Poverty line’s not a line no more
It’s more like a border
Try to make sense but your words keep you rambling
Blowin all your chances like a riverboat gambling
Afraid to lose the moment so you do dumb things
Like try to sing a song no one else sings
The melody twists and tweaks off pitch
And everybody wishes for that off switch
I write a catchy little tune and you all sing along
Cause everybody wants the same old song
Everybody want the same old song
A clever little tune that we can sing along with