i want to rhyme
i'm not a winner
i don't play the lottery
i'm not trained
to hunt gazelles
omnivorous simian chews silicon
omnivorous simian chest silicone
you're out there
surviving, staying
where the money is
the heat-vent of thermodynamic civilization
stay stay stay where the money is, let’s see you
on the cover, cover girl, cover the cover, the top forty
let's listen to what they call a sellout,
let's dance to the sell-out song, let's synthesize the rest
no rest for the wicked though, no
not that damnation ever attained
a cinema verite credibility
after a gangland shooting in a catholic church
and a warped run to the japanese river wharves
in the post-apocalyptic future, like it's all preview premonition
like i dunno, pick a bible, any bible, point your finger
assign your sanctity, your sanctity
yeah your fucking sanctity, profanize, before my eyes, my prize
endearing mafia mandibles moving in rhythm to a terrorist's totentanz tarantelle, nuclear suitcase booming, blooming into a city's mushroom cloud, maybe mine - assuming i must die for the reverence of the real, as if nuclear war is real, a real possibility, isn't it really trite by now, abandoned bunkers and superterranean real estate
i'm not a winner
i don't play the lottery
i'm not trained
to hunt gazelles
omnivorous simian chews silicon
omnivorous simian chest silicone
you're out there
surviving, staying
where the money is
the heat-vent of thermodynamic civilization
stay stay stay where the money is, let’s see you
on the cover, cover girl, cover the cover, the top forty
let's listen to what they call a sellout,
let's dance to the sell-out song, let's synthesize the rest
no rest for the wicked though, no
not that damnation ever attained
a cinema verite credibility
after a gangland shooting in a catholic church
and a warped run to the japanese river wharves
in the post-apocalyptic future, like it's all preview premonition
like i dunno, pick a bible, any bible, point your finger
assign your sanctity, your sanctity
yeah your fucking sanctity, profanize, before my eyes, my prize
endearing mafia mandibles moving in rhythm to a terrorist's totentanz tarantelle, nuclear suitcase booming, blooming into a city's mushroom cloud, maybe mine - assuming i must die for the reverence of the real, as if nuclear war is real, a real possibility, isn't it really trite by now, abandoned bunkers and superterranean real estate
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