| Blood pressure is headed south
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| Servant becomes the master now
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| The greediest sons of a bitch alive
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| They came to bleed our city dry
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| Your ashes are dust to us
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| Born to money, fucked it up
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| The greediest sons of a bitch alive
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| Won’t buy us all
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| Backpedaling and preaching like you’re putting out a fire
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| You practice your pleasantries while you’re draped over the wire
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| Pardon me, well, thanks a lot
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| We were coming back to life
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| But Brutus couldn’t resist the knife
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| The greediest sons of a bitch alive
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| Shame on us all
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| But soon we will expose you for your ignorance and lust
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| We’ll keep our talking dirty while we drag you through the mud
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| We’ll vilify your slanderings while you’re under the gun
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| A most hideous thing, denial
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| Pardon me, thanks a lot
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| Thanks a lot |