Money Shot Puscifer

[Verse 1: Maynard James Keenan]
Boulders to rocks, gravel to sand
Leaving you nothing but beaches
You used to move mountains
A wave of your hand
Now you just finger the pieces (And now)

[Pre-Chorus: Carina Round]
Here it comes, here it—
Here it comes, here it, here it—
Here it comes, here it—
Here it comes, here it, here it comes
Here it comes, here it—
Here it comes, here it, here it—
Here it comes, here it—
Here it comes, here it—

[Chorus: Maynard]
Grind away, bang away (Here comes the money shot)
Pound away, fingerbang away (Here comes the money shot)
Grind away, bang away (Here comes the money shot)
Pound away, fingerbang away
Money shot your load

[Verse 2: Maynard]
Forest for trees, pounding timber to dust
Chipping your way to confusion
You used to be driven by mission and lust
Now it's just dull compensation