Lyrics:
One day there'll be a museum of stupidity
Where we can hang ourselves and throw away the key
Along with the attitudes of the pmrc
And this bullshit
of the American hustle
They got my house on remote so I walk around on mute
Living the American dream, they say the best things in life are free
If you've
Great American Papa
Great American Papa
Great American Papa
Great American Papa
Everything is great when I'm spending time with Mia
We might spend
You're in bed with those corprate clowns
And now you want favours all over town
We finance your rogue army
But you're ignoring all our needs
And cheating
tower
To visit the museum
For many an hour
We went to the museum when the weather was awful
There was an exhibition of Torbay at war
The American army
Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything
I got to get out,
won't came back.
American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten....
Speak loud and clear
American Horror Story
Talk to me now, speak loud and clear
Talk to me now, speak loud and clear
Talk to me now, speak loud
here?
American Horror Story
Horror, Horror Story
Talk to me now, speak loud and clear
Where would I fly if I was not here?
American Horror Story
its tradition of finance from the gentry
The church has always been obliged
To ensure that its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye sinners or be
I'm hungry for that money
Want my slice of American pie
Ain't waitin' to take it
Want my slice of American pie, pie, pie
I hate the way they see us
We
you'll turn, squeeze, ending
It's on like it's never been
It's bleeding well
It's bigger than a breadbox
It can roast my leaky finance
I'll take my seat
East-Village-finance-bro-Steve-McQueens
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Don't
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of perplexing intoxication
I started to lose myself in its black charm
The museum was getting quiet
And I thought I heard someone announce that it was closing in
Fisher or Boris Yeltsin's daughter
Or her finance's sixteen year old beer drunk brother
With his braided goatee with his whole like a thunder cloud
theodore
ROA 401k finances better than
Vocoder long time city
Visit the museum on a day that it's free
First Friday of the month yo bernard
It's Bernard
lust?[00:12.52]Dollar bills tell us that in God we trust[00:15.47]But the truth is mammon is the only god that must[00:18.74]Receive the full obedience of the American
Screw kid I got nothing to say
Quit bugging me, go away
High time you realized
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick, sick of this american
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in
to see him
In my American Museum
But the Lord will judge us, with fire and thunder
As man continues with all his blunders
It's only money
It's only
30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus
What is an advisor somebody that's holdin' my checks?
Just to fuck me over and put my finances in
30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus
What is an advisor somebody that's holdin' my checks?
Just to fuck me over and put my finances in
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no-nukes yell "we're gonna all go to hell"
With the next big meltdown
.jpg/220px-The_Museum_(Album_Cover).jpg "The Museum")
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