This mornin' my octopus tasted kinda funky kinda red and kinda raw and kinda dry
And as it slid right down my throat
I couldn't ignore all the folks bangin' on my door right outside
It seems like I've gone done somethin' wrong
By just goin' ahead; and gettin' rich
Billion, trillion; doesn't matter
(Though I'd much prefer the later)
All they'll do is grab at it and bitch
Cuz they don't know nothin' bout no revolution
No they don't know nothin' bout no changing of no guard.
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy a home on Sunset Blvd.
I'll hire forty men to watch my front gate
Stare in my mirror as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
And then when I get lonely on the hill, I'll install a camera right in your home
In your kitchen and your shower
Hours wasted; I'll devour every piece of data that you own
And then when if you come crying all a-foul I'll just show you the contract that you signed
Letting me f*ckin' track ya
Just so long as I allowed ya to use the thing that you need to get by
They don't know nothin' bout no revolution
But I'm hearing somethin' bout a changing of the guard
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy thirty homes on Sunset Blvd
I'll hire robot men to watch my front gate
Stare in your mirror as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
And then when I get awful god-damn bored I'll buy myself a spaceship company.
Every decision erratic
Nothing yonic all so phallic floating right across the galaxy
And then when you come gabbing for my wealth
I'll just show you I hoarded all the cash
And throw it all onto my spaceship
Fly myself right into orbit
Paint the window with the crack of my ass
Cuz you don't know nothing bout no revolution
But it's looking something like a changing of the guard
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy a home on Jupiter or Mars
I'll hire aliens to watch my front gate
Stare at Earth as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
Tragic billion dollar one percenter blues
Elastic billion dollar one percenter blues
Non-ironic billion dollar one percenter blues
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This mornin' my octopus tasted kinda funky kinda red and kinda raw and kinda dry
And as it slid right down my throat
I couldn't ignore all the folks bangin' on my door right outside
It seems like I've gone done somethin' wrong
By just goin' ahead; and gettin' rich
Billion, trillion; doesn't matter
(Though I'd much prefer the later)
All they'll do is grab at it and bitch
Cuz they don't know nothin' bout no revolution
No they don't know nothin' bout no changing of no guard.
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy a home on Sunset Blvd.
I'll hire forty men to watch my front gate
Stare in my mirror as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
And then when I get lonely on the hill, I'll install a camera right in your home
In your kitchen and your shower
Hours wasted; I'll devour every piece of data that you own
And then when if you come crying all a-foul I'll just show you the contract that you signed
Letting me f*ckin' track ya
Just so long as I allowed ya to use the thing that you need to get by
They don't know nothin' bout no revolution
But I'm hearing somethin' bout a changing of the guard
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy thirty homes on Sunset Blvd
I'll hire robot men to watch my front gate
Stare in your mirror as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
And then when I get awful god-damn bored I'll buy myself a spaceship company.
Every decision erratic
Nothing yonic all so phallic floating right across the galaxy
And then when you come gabbing for my wealth
I'll just show you I hoarded all the cash
And throw it all onto my spaceship
Fly myself right into orbit
Paint the window with the crack of my ass
Cuz you don't know nothing bout no revolution
But it's looking something like a changing of the guard
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy a home on Jupiter or Mars
I'll hire aliens to watch my front gate
Stare at Earth as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
Tragic billion dollar one percenter blues
Elastic billion dollar one percenter blues
Non-ironic billion dollar one percenter blues
And as it slid right down my throat
I couldn't ignore all the folks bangin' on my door right outside
It seems like I've gone done somethin' wrong
By just goin' ahead; and gettin' rich
Billion, trillion; doesn't matter
(Though I'd much prefer the later)
All they'll do is grab at it and bitch
Cuz they don't know nothin' bout no revolution
No they don't know nothin' bout no changing of no guard.
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy a home on Sunset Blvd.
I'll hire forty men to watch my front gate
Stare in my mirror as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
And then when I get lonely on the hill, I'll install a camera right in your home
In your kitchen and your shower
Hours wasted; I'll devour every piece of data that you own
And then when if you come crying all a-foul I'll just show you the contract that you signed
Letting me f*ckin' track ya
Just so long as I allowed ya to use the thing that you need to get by
They don't know nothin' bout no revolution
But I'm hearing somethin' bout a changing of the guard
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy thirty homes on Sunset Blvd
I'll hire robot men to watch my front gate
Stare in your mirror as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
And then when I get awful god-damn bored I'll buy myself a spaceship company.
Every decision erratic
Nothing yonic all so phallic floating right across the galaxy
And then when you come gabbing for my wealth
I'll just show you I hoarded all the cash
And throw it all onto my spaceship
Fly myself right into orbit
Paint the window with the crack of my ass
Cuz you don't know nothing bout no revolution
But it's looking something like a changing of the guard
So I'll keep my distance, fight this sad resistance
And buy a home on Jupiter or Mars
I'll hire aliens to watch my front gate
Stare at Earth as I masturbate
With these billion dollar one percenter blues
Tragic billion dollar one percenter blues
Elastic billion dollar one percenter blues
Non-ironic billion dollar one percenter blues
Writer: Michael Richards
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