Lyric test.

[joetipton]

It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted babe, cause
Theres nothing left for him to claim

who sang it?

Comments

[sewcute]

I wouldn't think so ;)

[joetipton]

Yes!

[sewcute]

you did not state that in the original stipulations

[psychomatt]

I know, I know!!! I love the song!!!

I won't say what it is, but.....

Today, I made an appearance downtown. I'm an expert witness, because I say I am. I said, "Gentlemen, and I use that word loosely, I will testify for you. I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar. There are no facts. There is no truth, just data to be manipulated. I can get you any results you like. What's it worth to you? There is no wrong, there is no right, and I sleep very well at night. No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution. Just people selling T-shirts. Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus, and winning...winning...winning."

I may not have them exactly right. It's from memory, and it's been a while. :)

yup!

[joetipton]

youve got it! and you almost had the everything right on the sequence too!