In games so purgatory
We're all just dying for a laugh
What's your boy practice?
Presidential looks, top of his class
What's darker, streets or airways?
Pregnant with rumors of rewards
If your terminally bored
Fall in behind the motorcade and lock your doors
Money money!
Your dreams stay to today
Slaughterhouse country
Offers up her favorite son
Who cares why anything gets done?
Gets something done
A moral gerrymander
I could've laughed til I was sore
But I'm too busy bracing for
The dark side of the holiday, the same before
Money money!
Your dreams stay to today
Money money!
United we stand, united we stand
United we stand for unity
Believa-believa-believa-believa
Believa-believability
Don't touch! Don't touch the machinery!
-- Burning Airlines
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