I'm not the one who invented the sun
But I know who did
Check out the knife on the millionaire's wife
Getting all unhinged
Trying to decide who's good and who's just rich, whoa
Took all of his money and she burned it in a ditch
Look out below 'cause it's not the tempo
It's the truth in the song
Tragic, give it back on a charity track
But they argued all night long
About who did deserve this dirty wealth, whoa
Baby when we die, yeah we're all gonna burn in hell
Dog at the door who’s the king of hardcore
Because he’s always been
Booking the shows where they sell the most clothes
Cause they’re so limited
Trying to decide who is good
And who’s just poor, whoa
Baby when we die, yeah, we’re all gonna want some more
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