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Money To Burn
 
On the edge of town in the middle of a storm

It's a tits out maelstrom just to keep the seats warm

oligarch biology, seven foot triangle d

conspire to block anything from happening

Seems there's a twist to every turn 

and everybody gots money to burn

MONEY!MONEY!MONEY! TO BURN...

I ask so polite I disarm her memory

A fact of life is how it is explained to me

Then we head out to the hills 

one last time to get that thrill

of the night crashing to day

No Mercy as it burns away

Seems there's a twist at every turn 

and everybody gots money to burn

MONEY!MONEY!MONEY! TO BURN...