Price goes up, hands come down
to fish for the numbers
Shake ‘em up, break ‘em down
the size of your sister’s swollen wrist
Boss goes bust, plan to shit
now how do we fix it?
Brick the mud, stack it up
but don’t let the Cyclops pyramid shine
all over
Sing now while the waves are loud and reaching out to more heads than the papers say
Sing loud before they turn you down
The violins will drown all of your posters and your cheers
Color RED, clor BLUE whatever you want to
Old flat Earth
fat old men take what they can and we let them always
Soft & quiet
spark a fire

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