If we sing harmoniously
We might get along
We found ourselves a friend
Who knows us not
Sell the mansion and the world
To the homeless on the street
Spill the oil back into the oil wells
Maybe we'll make more
If the rich rule the world
Than I rule my heart
Trapped within my heart
Rich men trapped within the world
Working hard, buzzards flying
Working lazy, buzzards feasting
The pretty woman is grinning
Cause the blood is pouring
She got hit by a car
And the blood went back in
The heart stopped beating
But she still was walking
Translucent skin shakes minds
Bake in the sun just for fun
If I go outside I might get a tan
She'll make you love her
Sexy sexy vixen
She'll leave you flushed
Flushed in a pool of your blood
Maybe you'll walk again
Sometimes it's so misleading
When she drains you of beating
She swaggers so you don't consider it cheating.
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