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The Threat of Death and Starvation Is Not the Glue Holding Civilization Together
Dog Park Dissidents
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You told me I was your favorite
You told me, get on a bus tonight so you
Could watch the sunset over the Mekong
While I get you off and hope you tip me
Tattooed triple V, "Viva Vang Vieng" across your chest
Nostalgic for temples turned to playgrounds
Where all your drunken friends could hit their heads and die
You're not as rich as the nerve it takes to stiff
You traded a penthouse for that backpack
LARPing poverty in knockoff saffron robes
I hate the way that you rip off my clothes
While you snort your coke through daddy's money that he stole
Well you taste like
You need this knife
In your face
If you won't pay for my time
At least pay for your crimes
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These suits don't care about you
In their world, we have no value
Well, I'll show you fucking value
Gold chest, your store of value
Well, I'll store this blade inside you
Go long on shoving it through
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There is profit in all of us
You are the mountain to be stripped and mined
Your body is a temple to be ransacked
Oh oh, your body is a sacred artifact
You are the most valuable thing to me
'Cause all of them can hold me, touch me
But you know me and love me
Can we ever get away from the bottom line?
Oh, mama, gimme your shelter
From the neoliberal order
Where there's profit in all of us
There's profit in all of us
And to even argue for the love that we're denied
Every kiss on the lips must be quantified
Fluent in the language of the vampires
Defend a dissertation on our lives
While staring down a firing line
Rows and columns on a ledger
All the violence is measured
Stealing on a civilizational scale
Our mere survival's for sale
If you won't pay for my time
At least pay for your crimes
These suits don't care about you
In their world, we have no value
Well, I'll show you fucking value
Gold chest, your store of value
Well, I'll store this blade inside you
Go long on shoving it through
When I show you fucking value
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God damn, you're bleeding value
Short sell your heartrate now, fool
Stop loss on your open wound
What happened to your value?
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