The Jesters - Feast On Famine Lyrics

Checked out again this week cause I couldn't guess the word
It's a cold-blooded ecstasy for a pessimistic girl
She finally found a frat boy who didn't like the summer
Yeah, she finally found a Socialist who couldn't really love her
Knives out and hungry looks - oh, I guess it's feast on famine
For a short while I crack a smile as I notice the deviants around me
I can't believe your privilege cost you seven ninety-nine
Yeah, I hope that your position was worth every f*cking dime
Freak calm and carry on; you've hardly got the time
To stop dead and go to bed - it's two in the afternoon
I've had it with the bullshit of the Internet Age
I've had it up to here watching you flounder on the stage