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Real wise yuppie and I sold my soul |
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Got a Porsche in one hand and a pot of gold |
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Snort bulk coke 'cause my heart's mighty cold |
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Look really groovy but I feel really old, yeah |
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There's gold in your eyes, dear Lord |
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You can't see the flock for the dollar signs |
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Our God, he is a dollar bill |
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A mound of them buggers is even holier still, yeah |
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Real wise yuppie and there ain't nothing left |
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Wall Street's crashed, it's the bottom of the deck |
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Times are dark they're gonna get darker yet |
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Decline and fall of the television set |
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There's gold in your eyes, dear Lord |
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You can't see the flock for the dollar signs |
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Our God, he is a dollar bill |
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A mound of them buggers is even holier still |
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Nobody cares about you and me |
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Well it's a corporate ripoff monopoly, yeah |
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Awww, yeah |
