Surrender your cold,
Lifeless, selfish soul
To the sugar machine
In your head in the hole
There’s nothing I want more in this world
Than to hang on for dear life
The only thing worth living for
Is to survive
Oooh sugar
I can’t live without it
Don’t take it away from me
Give it, give it, give it, give it
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
I can’t live without it
No, please don’t abandon me
Don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
There’s nothing I want more in this world
Than to get my money’s worth
There’s nothing I want more of in this world
Than to make a clean profit, oh there’s no such thing
The only thing worth living for
Is survival of the fittest
I’m gonna take all that’s mine, may it be anything,
Because it’s all mine, dirty nothing
Don’t even look at me
My soul needs a wipe down just from your proximity
But you know, it can’t change, you know that?
It’s everywhere all around us
It’s my face, it’s my faith, deep inside me, deep inside my pocket
It’s personal, it’s individual, it’s so sparklingly special
It’s anything I want it to be
It’s me
But most importantly,
It’s how I live, it’s how I breathe, it’s how I eat
It’s how I sustain myself, and my family
It’s what I teach, it’s what I preach (if I do)
Every cent of it is old,
But it’s always new (to me)
It’s what I give, it’s what I have
It’s everything, it’s the very basis of anything
It’s my welfare, it’s my percentage, it’s my dream, it’s a cold reality
It’s a ticket, it’s what you use to kick the bucket (in peace)
It’s what I so desire it to be
It’s a wire, that connects you to me,
It’s the reason we know each other
It’s what brings the family together
Among other things, it’s my outer things
It remains to be my insides
My pride, my humility, my exasperation, my disability
My crutch, my perpetual longing, my evil, evil machine
My worst dream, my proverbial Dramamine
Take away this nausea, existentially
Because, my dear flat soul
You haven’t seen nothing
Yet
Until you’ve flown a private jet
But you know, it can’t change, really
It’s all around me
And it’s, you know, how I breathe
There aren’t any other ways to breathe, you know?
It’s the very flow of our economy,
Greed (is)
It’s this very breathe of speech,
Where others talk, it walks
And you can’t take it away, my dear, dear machine
We couldn’t dream of a life without it
It’s everything we’ve always relied upon
Since our nation’s dawn,
Hell, since the dawn of time,
And it’s got to be mine
Because it is
The moment I see it
It fits in my pocket
It accommodates me,
You mustn’t change a thing
I demand, freely, the free exchange of goods,
I.e. good health, a place to live, no more should’s and should not’s
Regulation is no virtue, to yours truly,
It’s a hindrance to my very freedom
Once you see some
People happily placing their very well being on the market
You will see so easily
The manifest destiny of which I speak
It’s a free, freely exchanged world
Of happy, human, hugely successful peace
On this planet of MINE
No time shall hinder my divine bloodline
I can’t live without it
Don’t take it away from me
Give it, give it, give it, give it
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
I can’t live without it
No, please don’t abandon me
Don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
And so we see, that if we develop fully
The psyche of the starvingly desperate,
Clingingy raving,
Lunatistically enslaving
Capitalistically fearful
For the future
Man of the presently manifest
Lunacy of selfishness
We understand his need to stay on top
It’s his very well being, is it not?
Pity the wealthy, and all that they are not,
Namely free to wander beneath the men in charge
Carefreely accepting what they see
Namely the hell that is life for you and me
This is what he cannot see
Blessed are those with sight
And eternally damned are those with not a plight to be seen
Their loaded share is about to be drained
Just the way they drained you and me
The way we struggle day to day to make ends meet
While one of us rubs their feet
Take your shoes off, everybody
And prepare to meet your destiny
It’s an unwritten path, no one dares to write down
Our voices are our swords and pens
Women and men
Stand up and howl, AMEN