You love to taste it
Dirty mind
Your sick and twisted appetite
I’ll do yours, if you do mine
Everyone falls
To the dollar
You sold your soul
And everyone you know
For the dollar
White collar style stick up
Oh twisted gravel
Don’t kiss his…
Rip off distant dollar
I collect souls
I collect…
I collect souls
I collect…
Oh retail drivel
Off distant dollar
I’ve been banging on your door
Open up before I {blur} this time
Evil angels
Angels may shield their eyes
I will climb
Voices wailing all about the money
You can run, you can hide it all
In a mattress on the second floor
Shape it up just to spit it up {?}
Are you in credit card debt
Collect slot machine {blur} projector
Pyramid scheme with the double investor
Ship out your soul ’cause I’m out to get ya
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