Letra de Fuck the Factoid
Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event Spray that gibberish all around, it is slick Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event Graft on that phantom limb, it twistsGet Get Get a loosened grip Get a loosened grip Loosened gripTemperature is scalding, needing scapegoats to diffuse And we well know a non-event's every kind of news But tell the baying throng the strays have rifled throughYou can't lose You can't lose You can't loseIre Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars IreFilthy fucking factoid epidemic sprouting norms And in the process, hobbling outcasts who already fell short But tell the baying throng the strays have run amokFilthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemicFilthy fucking factoid epidemic