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 twists Get Get Get a loosened grip Get a loosened grip Loosened grip Temperature 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 through You can't lose You can't lose You can't lose Ire Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars Ire Filthy fucking factoid epidemic sprouting norms And in the process hobbling outcasts who already fell short But tell the baying throng the strays have run amok Filthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemic Filthy fucking factoid epidemic