| Oh you’re just a boy, a little banker boy
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| Everything’s a game and everyone’s your toy
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| While everyone was sleeping, dreaming dumbass dreams
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| You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me
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| You’re preying on the weak, and those who don’t believe
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| Oh it’s just a game, a silly little game
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| Everyone’s a fool so you don’t take any blame
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| With entitled narcissism, you speak courageously
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| You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me
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| You’re preying on the weak and those who don’t believe
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| Oh it’s nothing but fake money
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| Yeah, it’s nothing but fake money
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| Oh!
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| We’re just a bunch of fools, stupid little fools
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| In a condescending voice, you explain to us the rules
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| So share with us your wisdom, about how it’s going to be
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| You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me
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| You’re preying on the weak and those who don’t believe
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| Oh you’re just a boy, a brazen little boy
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| When everything’s a battle, there’s tactics to deploy
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| Standing while you’re sleeping, you’re always on your feet
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| Winning’s your religion, the alter where you preach
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| It’s easy setting fires, we’re all just currency
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| You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me
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| You’re preying on the weak and those who don’t believe
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| Remember, it’s nothing but fake money
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| Yeah, it’s nothing but fake money
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| And you’re some cowboy at High Noon
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| You’re playing a board game up in a board room
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| Remember, it’s nothing but fake money
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| Yeah, it’s nothing but fake money
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| And you’re some cowboy at High Noon
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| You’re playing a board game up in a board room
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| Remember, it’s nothing but fake money
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| Yeah, it’s nothing but fake money
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| And you’re some cowboy at High Noon
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| But you’re just a bored kid, alone in his bedroom |