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MONEY FOR OUR GODS

Politics ain't my thing

What does it matter anyway

Too many issues, I just don't agree

So I live here in reality

In reality

Gonna catch a plane this weekend

Plead ignorance and get away

Just hand me a hundred grand

Fly me off to another land

A whole other fucking land

We're in our death throes while the audience applauds

At the alter making offerings of money to our gods

We're so entangled

Like a fly stuck in a web

Caught up in paper

It follows up everywhere

Struggling to stay afloat

While bankers sleep comfortably

Tell me there's a way out

Or something more I should know about

I'll just go without

We're in our death throes while the audience applauds

At the alter making offerings of money to our gods

To our gods

Money for our gods

For our gods

Take an empty canvas

Paint it green as it can be

When you think your time's up

Buy a soul and fly away

Just fly away