With a wink and a nod look we`re all giving favors!
There`s four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand
Examples must be made! Discipline must be maintained!
See, we`re all a little mad here
what a joy it is to kill all my hunger in
three minutes and thirty seconds
cause at the top of the world we`re all just the bottom line
someone`s been shook red-handed!
Dead stage center at the shit-grin parade
beware! beware!
beware of an aging pack of men who think like cats
wow! ain`t it grand to be part of the future?!
A pox on ye phony kings
and all night while you slumber you`ll dream of electric sheep
For we may perish at the hands we must shake
Our bodies longing for the aches to escape
and the filth they`ll accept is the filth
that I`m dragging my belly through
cause we`re being drowned out in our own fucking sound
now the teenage brigade has opinions
and I can`t get respect cause I`m not at the bar
now the teenage brigade has opinions
when I`m weak it is bleak and they`re all capping me
with their cold metal clutch on us tightly
so get hip to recouping with youth at the bottom of a rabbit`s hole!
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GATSBYS AMERICAN DREAM lyrics