| The money men are serious men
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| They lived a life of rule by widows
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| Violent acid at the brutal cave
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| King of the past, they bought to the last, while give me some glide and these
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| getting spiders smile at the men who sit with their heart of violent acid at
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| the brutal cave, okay
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| Welcome to my world, its all thats left of it
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| My reputation killed with who we tolerate
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| Well Im damned if I, in for salvation with a, holy mover
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| Then toughs come out to play
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| Believe in me and Ill believe in money
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| Their talking of feeders (?) bees and cold grievers (?) violent acid and a
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| brutal cave, well okay
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| Welcome to my world, its all thats left of it
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| My reputation killed with who we tolerate
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| Well Im damned if I, in for salvation with a, holy mover
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| Then toughs come out to play
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| Im the dim lit fury, Im the master caravan
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| Im the repetitive tune in the ice cream van
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| Moneys my god and I love no other
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| So sex gang is my only lov-ver
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| Welcome to my world, its all thats left of it
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| My reputation killed with who we tolerate
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| Well Im damned if I, in for salvation with a, holy mover
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| Then toughs come out to play
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| Look on your relay dodgy, never rebel a from it
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| Her eyes are closing as the sun it rises from it
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| Well Im damned if I, looking for salvation in a holy room, and the toughs come
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| out to play
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| Tease on your knees with your, your double credit and your
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| Your life is vague or am I kissing it all the way
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| But Im damned if I, looking for salvation for a, holy room, then toughs come
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| out to play
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| The moral millions they got
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| Army to live with out a chew up in hole as a weather spent my days
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| Well Im damned if I, looking for salvation for a, holy room, and the toughs
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| come out to play
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| Welcome to my world its all thats left of it, my reputation killed with who we
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| tolerate |