Mike Spine and The Beautiful Sunsets - Crumble Lyrics

When it all comes crumbling down
Wholl be the last one standing around?
Will it be soccer mom in her new mini-van
The genius in hummer with cigar in hand
Motor home warrior with satellite TV
Red neck corn farmer with genetic seeds
Crystal new ager with necklace of beads
Ted Nugent type cowards who lie through their teeth
While living in compounds afraid of Iraq
Too spineless to go cause theyll never come back

When it all comes crumbling down
Wholl be the last one standing around?

The martini drinkers who sit on Wall Street
Parasites living off our industry
Commuter culture in suburbs deemed clean
Devoid of character thats worth gleaning
Wanna be gangster lives crime so petty
Sells out his siblings for slice of bling bling
Pee diddee hustlers who whore out themselves
Black became white in an effort to sell

When it all comes crumbling down
Wholl be the last one standing around?

Indie-rock hipsters in tight shirts and jeans
Industry scumbags who do evil deeds
Commoditize music for personal gain
Geffen and company who helped ruin the game
Anarcho black bloc and assorted types
Indigenous peasants who struggle for life
Under the pressure of a crushing system
Thats buried millions but not their spirit

When it all comes crumbling down
Wholl be the last one standing around?