Lyrics
Players runnin' 'round like they got shit figured
Gamin' on the system got the trap door triggered
Money to the players
Money to the mob
Get the most money 'fore the train gets robbed
Take it to the street with the mad honey hustlers
Groovin' to the beat of the badlands buskers
Slide it to the side let a road dawg ride
Open up the throttle kick it into overdrive
I am the grinder of gears
Been gettin' gritty throughout the years
Through the grifts and grafts
All the rifts and shafts
Silly suckers all up in my ears
Take it to the street with the mad honey hustlers
Groovin' to the beat of the badlands buskers
Slick talkin' slime balls hoggin' up my cable
All I wanna do is just watch some Mrs. Maisel
Tongue waggin' cranks callin' folks a monster
You just here to deify your favorite corporate sponsor
Talking head warns of impending disaster
Newsman laughs at the whim of his master
Neither one cares truth is not what they're after
They're in it for the spin with a salivating grin because
They are the mongers of fear
The names may have changed through the years
They grease the right palms
They preach the right psalms
It all sounds sick to my ears
Take it to the street with the mad honey hustlers
Groovin' to the beat of the badlands buskers
By Damon Wood
