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VERSE1
With razor blade precision and surgical steel
I make a small incision and bleed the angel
The world my oyster I have grown to despise
You thought I said sorry, when i said fuck you, goodbye

VERSE2
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 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

VERSE3
Mistaking income for intelligence
Confusing games with war
Those with little are grateful,
And those who have 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

CHORUS
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

My child, pick up your phone…

Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © 2017.
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