The Missionary Position - Consequences (2012)

Everyman for Himself

There’s a world full of people that want it done yesterday

There’s instant gratification and there’s a price to pay

There’s a plastic wrapper that gets thrown away

There’s a murder that’s committed in America’s name

There’s a face on the T.V. where we can place the blame

While you were reminiscing about some old flame

It’s every man for himself

The world is running out of room

There’s a threat to your security that doesn’t exist

There’s a crime against humanity there’s a slap on the wrist

There’s a pair of lips dying to be kissed

There’s a white collar criminal that we’ll never prosecute

In the first class section with a golden parachute

He’s lying on his back and we’re his prostitute

It’s all part of our morning commute

It’s every man for himself

The world is running out of room

There’s a thousand windows to

throw yourself from

There’s stolen faces living under the thumb

Sucking Dicks for dollars till their lips turn numb

If I stick around to long that’s what I’ll become

It’s every man for himself

The world is running out of room