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Oh
Oh
With razor blade precision and surgical steel
I make a small incision and bleed the angel
The world is my oyster I have grown to despise
You thought I said sorry when I said (fuck you, goodbye)
Oh
Oh
My country's forsaken me for greed
It killed God, all my friends, now it's coming after me
Once a pretty dancing robot, made out of meat
Now I'm poisonous, chocolate-covered, severed like a treat
Let's give out colonics to everyone on the list
Tied to the chair and I'm your psycho dentist
Internet outrage, demand thigh gap
Forget healthcare, we want videos of cats
Make money for the great bank in the sky
Make love for the great bank in the sky
Make war for the great bank in the sky
And then you die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Mistaking income for intelligence
Confusing games with war
Those with little are grateful
And those who have it all want more (fuck 'em)
Vapid stupidity is getting easier for
Mechanically abused, mentally unchallenged pigs
I am that post-punk forty-something asshole
And these are my organic cocoa nibs (fuck you)
Make money for the great bank in the sky
Make love for the great bank in the sky
Make war for the great bank in the sky
And then you die
Make money for the great bank in the sky
Make love for the great bank in the sky
Make war for the great bank in the sky
And then you die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
My child, pick up your phone
My child, pick up your phone
My child, pick up your phone
My child, pick up your phone
Make money (money, money)
Love (love, love)
War (war, war)
And then you die
Make money for the great bank in the sky
Make love for the great bank in the sky
Make war for the great bank in the sky
And then you die
And then you die
And then you...
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