| Floating down escalators
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| Your eyes are green, your heart is black
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| You’ve done some ugly things
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| Now it’s too late to take them back
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| Just money mongers here
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| Who never filled their karma cups
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| Now death has brought them here
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| And this room in hell is filling up
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| From town to town he came
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| To build his wealth, he bought them out
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| Just build the biggest one
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| Then all the smaller ones come down
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| We live the golden age 1909, 1909
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| Much money to be made monopolize, monopolize
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| Woah, oh, oh, you’re so
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| Deserving of the place you’re in
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| Escalating down in rows
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| Woah, oh, oh, your soul
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| Was conscious of the path you chose
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| Here’s proof that somebody knows
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| On a wooden stage, he speaks
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| Eloquently about his feast, he swayed a simple folk
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| But in the middle of his speech
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| A none position screams «A man of one! |
| A man of one!»
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| His threat was well received and so he hung and so he hung
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| And now it’s all verse one, it’s all verse one
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| (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
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| Woah oh, oh, you’re so
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| Deserving of the place you’re in
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| Escalating down in rows
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| Woah oh, oh, your soul
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| Was conscious of the path you chose
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| Here’s proof that somebody knows
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| And you can call, oh, brother call
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| Yes, you can call, oh, brother call
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| No one can hear you, not at all
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| But you can call, oh, brother call
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| And you can call, oh, brother call
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| (Floating down escalators
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| Your eyes are green, your heart is black)
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| Yes, you can call, oh, brother call
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| (You've done some ugly things
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| Now it’s too late to take them back)
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| No one can hear you, not at all
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| (Just money mongers here
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| Who never filled their karma cups)
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| But you can call, oh, brother call
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| (Now death has brought them here
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| And this room in hell is filling up)
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| We give you death by forty-five
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| It’s what we call your last time out, your last time out
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| By forty-five, it’s what we call your last time out
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| Woah oh, oh, you’re so
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| Deserving of the place you’re in
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| Escalating down in rows
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| Woah oh, oh, your soul
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| Was conscious of the path you chose
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| Here’s proof that somebody knows
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| We give you death by forty-five
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| It’s what we call your last time out, your last time out
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| By forty-five, it’s what we call your last time out, your last time out |