Grand Prize Letra

Used to call this a free country
Sight of blindness
Used to call this a free sport

So nasty with all your noise
Cool trophies hot white boys
Always talking always going

Line one after another
How long til you discover
Smell of conscious
Do you remember a true moment

So nasty with all your noise
Cool trophies the hot white boys
Always talking always coming

Where've you been
With no winner
Where've you been
Hey winner

There's no proof of existence
It's sick and it's twisted
Sin of conceit
I'm not impressed with what you guessed

Sin of conceit
Do you remember a true moment

So nasty
You're so nasty