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2025.04.30

What was it like when your heart went cold?

Did it take a long time to sell your soul?

When it finally left did it hurt or pull?

Was it a little country or a little rock & roll?

Since you’re all so damn happy with how it’s all turned out

Let’s give the masters of the universe, a well-deserved shout

Let the dirty peons meet the fancy morons with the clout

Born with silver spoons and trust funds the pampered blue-blood twats

Stomping around like dinosaurs leaving emotional scars

Sexually harassing women through the windows of swasticars

[If you live near a church, I’d consider window bars]

They act like fucking babies even though they’re grown-ass men

Every time they lose they make-believe it was a win

They wouldn’t be building bunkers if they didn’t know they’d sinned

These men are not self-made in fact they’re hardly men at all

Instead of building bridges they’re always building walls

You and I and everyone know that Rome will always fall

One by one they’ll roll over to try to save their balls

Crocodile tears will surely flow like Niagara Falls

If you had it to do over, would you say, “just one more score?”

Would you ever learn to share or keep a dirty dragon’s hoarde?

Would you ever learn to care or just keep deferring to the board?

Would you admire a fine mountain then reduce it down to ore?

Would you look upon a child then treat her like your whore?

Would you learn to keep your mouth shut? You’re such a fucking bore!