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lirik lagu mr beast death 2030 - the tenement museum

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today i made
a lucrative investment
a corrugated chapel
for prisoners of hollywood’s impressment
before i lay them down to waste
pray the lord my margin pays
so they may rest in value, lest they’re
permanently poor, nasty, brutish and short

if it weren’t me, someone else
would provide supply to match demand
to blot out
what it takes to serve you steak
hacking and coughing and crying and spitting up blood
corpse of diptheriatric baby in mud
the many inconvenient prerequisites
for an evening of fun

the gyrating dockyard pimp
is cheating with elizabeth
there’s more machines in ingolstadt
cheaper graves in gujurat
when men are out of work
my investment won’t return
there will be no phoenix
without letting these brownstones burn
destroy rebuild, destroy rebuild
waste, surplus, waste, surplus, waste
reinvent your home as a rail yard
too few honest citizens, in too much sp~ce
depreciate, my princ~p~l mistake
might as well be lost if i can’t
reinvigorate

the american way
structured
composed
no partic~p~tion handouts
just winners in mansions
and losers on the street
setting an example
to go to school, study hard
and come from capital
sending termites back in time
the carpetbagging types
“a stint in frisco will do the trick”
their gold oscillates between viral hits
transients chasing down their emptiness
turning hometowns into broken urban toys
at an unbeatable price

raze the chaff from the stalk
colors are so obvious
like night and day, each neighborhood
has a character i must obey
8000 years of agricultural history will end today
my new nomadic tribes will repossess your sedentary life
you’ve gone out of fashion
my new customers are much much easier to please
with mere hints and whiffs of
history
they know it’s their last century on
top of the planet
if they can’t have it
no one else will

i am giving you notice
we will be firebombing your residence
to make way for our resettlement
climbing back into her molten womb before mother’s belly bursts

old town has
no more homes
only roads
to hotels
fully booked for one night stands
every room smells like a different pair of ghosts


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