Lyrics:
the backbone Built up the plutocrat We are the backbone Built up the plutocrat We are the backbone Built up the plutocrat Just like that Given all this
to get this right Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ And when the old fox fearing the worst Made his entrance in a hearse Then the nine in black robes
Plutocrats Plutocrats Plutocrats, wake up! Your house is burning Your house is burning Your house is burning, wake up! We're at the door We're at the door
my mixtape I'm not partial to the martial Or the plutocrats, in their beaver hats And the fascists have the outfits But I don't care for
Imposing control, justifying a conspiracy called the New World Order Elitists and plutocrats, part of the game create a New World Order Imposition,
the bolt then grab some food Get cracked from the pack man never mind that The Oldrums sent some plutocrats Come in with the bounce Backpack filled with
my way Mister Harris Plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay But I'm always true to you, Darlin',
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat,
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, ok.
my way Mister Harris Plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay But I'm always true to you, darlin',
my way Mister Harris Plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay But I'm always true to you, darlin',
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat,
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat,
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat,
my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay! But I'm always true to you,
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat,
and Schlitz must pay But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat, wants
my way Mister Harris Plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay But I'm always true to you, darlin',
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, ok.
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat,
da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, da da da Ba da da, la da da, la da da So now I'm forging ahead Passed all the plutocrats who sold me out Go sob
da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, da da da Ba da da, la da da, la da da So now I'm forging ahead Passed all the plutocrats who sold me out Go sob
the weak for the harvest Eyes wide shut, masked plutocrats Ball that bohemian grove on the Google Map Stupid stacks, you ain't that stupid, stupid You
fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, ok.
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