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Roped up at the pulpit A speech to please the proles With coca-cola trickling down my throat Well would you save all of your bottles If I promised a refund Yeah, it's gonna come I swear I swear I swear I swear that it is You've got a special interest Influence I could sell Like water takes the shape of where it's held I'm overflowing with ambition But I got to keep in mind The bottom line Is the dollar signs And the big bright lights Inequality franchised The next location's mine We're gonna lower costs It's a work of art Our giant golden arch I'm gonna start a factory The size of the country I'm gonna teach them all to work for liberty Oh, but I'm not one for handouts No they got to pay their dues They can make our shoes Then we'll walk on you Always on the move We heard that business will boom If some people are removed I know there's all body types But we've just one size I don't care if it's tight It's the dollar signs And the big bright lights Inequality franchised Every location is mine You just do your part Form a line lets march Under the golden arch March march march march