Parquet Courts - Master of My Craft Lyrics
I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine,Name in print, tongue, t-shirts and minds.Thread count - highCommissions - highHourly rates - highA minute of your time?Forget about it.I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things,Define paradigms, or curate no livin' days,With high thread counts and staircases high.Hourly rates - highA minute of your time?Forget about it.Thread count - highCommissions - highHourly rates - highA minute of your time?Forget about it.People die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm buildingI got no love for the living.Thread count - highCommissions - highHourly rates - highA minute of your time?Forget about it.Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you f*ckin' hippieWanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feelsThread count - highCommissions - highHourly rates - highA minute of your time?Forget about it.From the hands of my mother, said I'm master of my craftThread count - highCommissions - highHourly rates - highA minute of your time?Ya know Socrates died in the f*ckin' gutter!
