Because I hang out at the dinner parties
And I try to talk to their daughters
Because I want to marry rich,
But they all treat me like shit.
Between the cocaine and the sex,
And your bank account full of Daddy's checks.
"Excuse me, mister,
But the roof is full of rotting babies.
The ocean's black with decaying flesh."
Well, what a thing to say at the table.
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