Refreshing bills To warm the slots in the till Infernal wheel That churns the ocean of milk That long wire is frayed Dont shout out proudly that the cash cows lame That proud call is wrong Dont scoot by trumpeting the cash cows gone The quantize knob That drains the beat of all soul You hapless slob Go back to sink in your hole This things going down Dont gifthorse gawk it at the cash cow now Disdainful clown Dont go round mocking on the cash cow now And I will offer you a place In my pavilion And I must stick close to the grace Of fifty billion Smoke in the mouth Stick in a candy apple So luminous Skinned, but the face is awful Some cloud unknown This pinkness creeping as the sun comes low That long haul, wow Dont go round mocking on the cash cow now And I will offer you a place In my pavilion And I must stick close to the grace Of fifty billion And I will offer you a place... And I must stick close to the grace... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place... And I will offer you a place...
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