The gentleman spends everything on the most expensive grog
A perfect illusion, the perfect blog
Amex card as sword, our modern matador
With champagne he disinfects his wounds
Snobbery, drunkenness, apathy
A tragedy we want to become
The fight is clear, respect to be visible
To be acidic, mysterious, adventurous
With money in your pocket you are unbeatable
One more fix in the toilet at Spy Bar
Snobbery, drunkenness, apathy
We want to be a tragedy
I probably wouldn't be the one crying
if they blew up the cursed Arnold house
Especially not if some lost souls
get lost in the thundering noise

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