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Lyrics

“TRACEY STINKS” [Verse 1] There sits Tracey with another cigarette, Blowing smoke like she’s got no regrets. Sitting there judging everybody in sight, While acting like she’s somehow always fucking right. Cigarette burning between stained fingertips, Smoke rolling out while the bullshit drips. Those nicotine fingers, yellowed and gross, Match that bitter attitude everybody knows. You sit there smoking, talking absolute shit, Looking down on everyone while you’re doing it. Like you’re some shining example we should all admire— While every second sentence sounds like another fucking lie. [Pre-Chorus] Lie after lie, story after story, Always rewriting history for your own little glory. Truth gets twisted whenever it suits, Then you sit there acting like nobody sees through you. But people aren’t stupid. People remember. And treating everyone like absolute shit Doesn’t make you better. [CHORUS] TRACEY FUCKING STINKS! Cigarette smoke and hypocrisy, Stained fingertips pointing At everybody but Tracey. TRACEY FUCKING STINKS! And I’m sick of the disguise, Treating everyone like absolute shit Then covering it up with lies. Smoke another cigarette, Tell another tale, Preach another sermon While your own behaviour fails. TRACEY FUCKING STINKS! Yeah, the whole damn act is tired— A cloud of smoke, a filthy attitude, And another fucking liar. [Verse 2] You sit there puffing like a chimney all day, With something nasty about somebody to say. Those stained fingertips gripping another smoke, While basic human kindness seems like some kind of joke. You treat people like dirt then expect respect, What the fuck did you honestly expect? You can’t kick people down, make everyone feel small, Then act like you’re the innocent one through it all. Rules for us, exceptions for you, One version today, tomorrow something new. You change every story whenever you’re caught, Then swear black and blue that’s not what you thought. [Bridge] Another cigarette. Another lie. Another person treated like shit walking by. Another judgment. Another excuse. Another version of your convenient truth. Smoke in the air, stains on your hands, While you lecture everybody about your fucking standards. Maybe before pointing those yellow fingertips, Take one good look at your own bullshit. [BREAKDOWN] You want respect? STOP TREATING PEOPLE LIKE SHIT. You want honesty? STOP FUCKING LYING. You want kindness? TRY SHOWING SOME. And before those stained fingers Point at somebody else again— Maybe remember: A cigarette can burn down to nothing. And so can people’s patience. [FINAL CHORUS] TRACEY FUCKING STINKS! Yeah, somebody open a door, The cigarettes and hypocrisy Are getting hard to ignore. TRACEY FUCKING STINKS! From the smoke to all the lies, With those stained fingertips And that judgment in her eyes. Treat everyone like absolute shit, Then pretend you’re somehow kind, But you can blow all the smoke you want— You can’t hide what’s left behind. So light another cigarette, Tracey, Sit there judging everyone you see. Because apparently the only person Who never does anything wrong… IS FUCKING TRACEY. [Outro] Puff. Lie. Judge. Repeat. Puff. Lie. Treat people like shit. Repeat. And somehow… You still think EVERYBODY ELSE IS THE PROBLEM.