Piffbreak Arcade - Anarchists from Beverly Hills Lyrics

Blow the smoke out the tinted windows
This is the only life that we know
Hit the dealer up by the dead end road
The same road that's colder than the winter snow
Pot holes and woes that you cannot control
Can't swerve around these fuckin' animals
Gotta learn that you will always stand alone
In the end a home is where you make it home

Anarchists from Beverly Hills
Daddy's money gonna pay the bills
Gold grills and gold Deville's
Yeah they spend their life looking for a thrill
Pop, pop, pop, pop the pill
Pop, pop, pop, pop the pill
Daddy's money gonna pay the bills
It's the anarchists from Beverly Hills

Cigarettes are stained with red lipstick
Thought you had a chance but then you missed it
Thought you could, you can't, you must be trippin'
Now all that's left for you is to admit it
Giving up is harder than it's ever been
Taking you to places that you've never seen
All these different faces but they have no name
Nobody's playing fair in this fuckin' game