Come on everybody, clap your hands And let's pretend we comprehend the concept of romance And act like we don't live from day to day on government grants While we bombard the ones who have no choice with logorrheic rants Would you rather be a bleeding heart or have a stroke And light the fire that makes your children's dreams go up in smoke? It makes me wonder why I even bothered when I spoke When false equivalence has bastard children with tu quoque When you go to clean the skeletons out from your closet You should wave hello to yourself "Going Galt" and snorting salt are just as bad for your health Old plague doctors wore their masks to keep from catching illness Not when they're already diseased Patient Zero's not the hero, he should be quarantined Come on everybody, crap your pants What's more bourgeois than looking down and spitting on the ants Who built the colony, but never even had a chance? I mean, it's their fault that they can't afford extravagance But when you hear their plights and you don't care at all It makes their names all blur together and gestaltzerfall But when the serfs learn how to read, you get uncomfortable So you get up and burn some copies of Das Kapital I'll give you bread and circuses if you'll blindly agree To not protest at the gallows' feet, that's magn-animosity "Please, mister butcher, put that knife on the rack again All I asked was if this was halal beef" "This necklace and matching bracelet are luxurious They were made out of hibakusha teeth" The color of royalty used to be purple But nowadays it's been changed to green "Veracity's irrelevant if we repeat it enough Cause all dissenters are censorious and mean" "Look at all the proles who shove their throats full of McDonald's Like that shit's all they can afford Stop the cameras, I know it's cancerous, but it's shit I adore" Says the oligarch to five hundred media watchdogs Before shouting slurs about Jews In the foyer -- "Where's my lawyer!? This can't be on the news" Come on everybody, drown the witch I mean, she's obviously evil, you saw her twitch When someone half a foot a way screamed that she's a bitch And she commits the cardinal sin of not being rich This bacchanal's not over until someone dies And then we'll feast upon their flesh, save for me the eyes And use their bones for soup and bake their heart into a pie Cause what you call "excess" is something I call "足りない" I'll give you guns and butter if you'll voluntarily Let me siphon out all your mortal souls, that's necrophil-anthropy Fuck
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