It's a sad day
When a native son
Takes up
With his oppressor
There's a word for that
The penalty's death
Shut up and listen
Shut it, sit down, f*ck off
Our shared culture no longer
Has anything relevant to say
But the selfish pursuit
Of our own decadence
Lacking a philosophy of life
Because you do not want to seem judgmental
Fail upwards
Bastards
When did hanging traitors stop being a thing?
Wretched
Kick their soapbox out
Can't stop til rulers are dangling from above
Rather watch society rot
Than address and fix its flaws
While fretting how some might see you
Others lay plans for their wars
You jelly eunuch
Useless sack of wank
Where's your spine?
You quisling bastard traitor f*ck
Fail upwards
You f*cking bastards
When did hanging traitors stop being a thing?
Wretched
Curbstomp their brains out
No stopping til rulers are dangling from above
Greed and fear
Their gilded accounts jammed
Reaching in your pocket
While they hold out their hand
Traitors and bastards
Traitors selling bricks and mortar
Bastards selling off our water
Caught them colluding with enemies
Reign of terror, righteous frenzy
Drag their hides out from the boardroom
Shallow lies, force them to consume
Stuff our fists into their mouths
Light them up and burn them out
It's the running of the bastards
I see your shallow grasping heart
And a wretched whorish lust for all that is not yours
Traitors and bastards
Retribution
You Judas
Execution
Deserve this
Resolution
Observe
Melt them down a crown of gold
Curtains open
I see you
Hoarding treasures
Curtains for you
Endless beatings
Caught red handed
Get off my land
Get off my world
You will pay
Get f*cked cunt
Traitors and Bastards Video (MV)
Performed By: Werewolves
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: David Haley, Matthew Wilcock, Sam Beam
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English
It's a sad day
When a native son
Takes up
With his oppressor
There's a word for that
The penalty's death
Shut up and listen
Shut it, sit down, f*ck off
Our shared culture no longer
Has anything relevant to say
But the selfish pursuit
Of our own decadence
Lacking a philosophy of life
Because you do not want to seem judgmental
Fail upwards
Bastards
When did hanging traitors stop being a thing?
Wretched
Kick their soapbox out
Can't stop til rulers are dangling from above
Rather watch society rot
Than address and fix its flaws
While fretting how some might see you
Others lay plans for their wars
You jelly eunuch
Useless sack of wank
Where's your spine?
You quisling bastard traitor f*ck
Fail upwards
You f*cking bastards
When did hanging traitors stop being a thing?
Wretched
Curbstomp their brains out
No stopping til rulers are dangling from above
Greed and fear
Their gilded accounts jammed
Reaching in your pocket
While they hold out their hand
Traitors and bastards
Traitors selling bricks and mortar
Bastards selling off our water
Caught them colluding with enemies
Reign of terror, righteous frenzy
Drag their hides out from the boardroom
Shallow lies, force them to consume
Stuff our fists into their mouths
Light them up and burn them out
It's the running of the bastards
I see your shallow grasping heart
And a wretched whorish lust for all that is not yours
Traitors and bastards
Retribution
You Judas
Execution
Deserve this
Resolution
Observe
Melt them down a crown of gold
Curtains open
I see you
Hoarding treasures
Curtains for you
Endless beatings
Caught red handed
Get off my land
Get off my world
You will pay
Get f*cked cunt
When a native son
Takes up
With his oppressor
There's a word for that
The penalty's death
Shut up and listen
Shut it, sit down, f*ck off
Our shared culture no longer
Has anything relevant to say
But the selfish pursuit
Of our own decadence
Lacking a philosophy of life
Because you do not want to seem judgmental
Fail upwards
Bastards
When did hanging traitors stop being a thing?
Wretched
Kick their soapbox out
Can't stop til rulers are dangling from above
Rather watch society rot
Than address and fix its flaws
While fretting how some might see you
Others lay plans for their wars
You jelly eunuch
Useless sack of wank
Where's your spine?
You quisling bastard traitor f*ck
Fail upwards
You f*cking bastards
When did hanging traitors stop being a thing?
Wretched
Curbstomp their brains out
No stopping til rulers are dangling from above
Greed and fear
Their gilded accounts jammed
Reaching in your pocket
While they hold out their hand
Traitors and bastards
Traitors selling bricks and mortar
Bastards selling off our water
Caught them colluding with enemies
Reign of terror, righteous frenzy
Drag their hides out from the boardroom
Shallow lies, force them to consume
Stuff our fists into their mouths
Light them up and burn them out
It's the running of the bastards
I see your shallow grasping heart
And a wretched whorish lust for all that is not yours
Traitors and bastards
Retribution
You Judas
Execution
Deserve this
Resolution
Observe
Melt them down a crown of gold
Curtains open
I see you
Hoarding treasures
Curtains for you
Endless beatings
Caught red handed
Get off my land
Get off my world
You will pay
Get f*cked cunt
Writer: David Haley, Matthew Wilcock, Sam Beam
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico