These coins are burning a hole in us,
You’ve got the money, it doesn’t mean you’ve got the right.
I don't see you dancing anyway,
Screw you, my love, I’m not gonna take it,
Though I don’t know how to break it.

I don’t need this, oh my god,
Quit shoving it in my mouth, I can barely fight it off.
I think I’m gonna go live on a farm.

You say that it is OK, but it’s not OK
I’ll try and help you see (so baby)
Come on, come on, come on; just so there’s no confusion,
Come on, come on, come on; just tell me what’s your contribution?
Come on, come on, come on; your one in 7 billion,
What makes you think your life should be the one worth living?

So come on, smoke the world,
You’ve earned it have you dear?
And tell me, what’s with all these things in here?
I can’t turn it off, I think I’m going soft.

I don’t need this, oh my god,
Quit shoving it in my mouth, I can barely fight it off.
I think I’m gonna go live on a farm.

What you gonna do with all your things when the sirens ring and you can’t hear yourself sing?
What you gonna do with all your things when your mind is gone and you can’t hear yourself sing?


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