| Wealth is a sick man’s game
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| Those who have it and those who hunger for it
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| To the victor go the spoils of fame—
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| Those who seek it, and those who abhor it
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| Evil is a very real concept
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| Boiling in the bellies of the graceful
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| Toiling in the fortress in their complex
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| To our employers we are faithful
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| A number arises and there’s a spark in the eye
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| Obscuring the vision, clouding the mind
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| «I am the authority on who deserves what
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| To continue your prosperity, you’ve gotta pay a little cut
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| We’ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve
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| We’ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve.»
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| When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break
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| When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake
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| Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, self serving goals
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| Bank accounts that tell of rape. |
| The plates will shift, the Earth will shake
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| Evil is a very real concept
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| Dancing in the diner to your upset
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| Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth
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| Their only success is our defeat
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| So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights
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| And jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights
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| Revel in the adoration you acquire
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| Dive into the altruism you inspire
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| Then sit back and pour a drink, relax
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| Cause no one sees the other half
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| The same qualities that you despise
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| Are the qualities you personify
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| So dig deep and find your buried heart
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| I know it’s in there somewhere
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| Acquisition isn’t all there is
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| And no one’s too broken they can’t be repaired
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| Revisions of histories et al. |
| abound
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| It flatters me now. |
| It flatters me now…
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| «Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite
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| It flatters me now. |
| It flatters me now.» |