Don't pay the playwright, just shoot the messenger
I've got a 40k set of speakers coming out of my Behringer
I am so full of money
I am so full of love
That I can hardly relate
I am so full of money
I am so full of love
And all the things that you hate
Nothing's sacred
Stepping over the line
My pockets are burning
Not wasting any time
I turn on the lights
And I pick on a fight
So you should handle the phone
It's all on the line
Yes I'm sure you'll be fine
Not gonna leave you alone (I'll leave you alonе)
And I'm feeling so sick
And I'm feeling so ill
But I'm so far ahead
Never to stop
I will kill my own еquals and I'll keep their heads
Nothing's sacred
Stepping over the line
My pockets are burning
Not wasting any time
Nothing's sacred
Stepping over the line
My pockets are burning
Not wasting any time
And my heart's so hollow
It's killing me dead
And my heart's so hollow
It's killing me dead
Don't make no sound
Better wait till it's over
Many, many pounds
Over and over
It's a hell of a life
And I'm so bored it's funny
I think, I think, I think, I think
I think that we're sick
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