Don't know if I can't make a hundred
Of those supposed to be a thousand
Got shit like one anothe nation
But what we need is always one more contract
One more, and all we gonna hear is
Attaboy,
Attagirl,
Attaboy
You get what you deserve
We put on manly faces in the morning
Got gloss polishing our shoe shine
We hail the war god, Caesars and the cynical
Life in the fast lane, looking for the holy grail,
We're going faster, harder, stronger
Attaboy,
Attagirl,
Attaboy
You get what you deserve
You can't stay neutral on a high speeding train (x4)
Attaboy,
Attagirl,
Attaboy
You get what you deserve
