You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
Hate [16x]
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate [16x]
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us? '
You can't leave your house
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate [16x]
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Die [30x]
Die!
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a swiss account
Spend you an on impulse buy
And zero you all out
You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave
Just follow me... Down the elevator...
Through the gates... Down the stairs...
Just keep on walking... Through the hallway...
Now open the door...
You people out there give us something more than just record sales You give us something to hate And we hate you, you brainless mutants Hate [16x] You hunched and blinded mutants Living in chat rooms You masturbate on the sheets Your mothers clean for you You have lined my pockets Overflowed with gold You're living with your parents And you're 35 years old You're a bunch of banks That I'd like to rob You're my online cash transaction You're my future stocks Transfer you like money To a Swiss account Spend you on an impulse buy And zero you all out Hate [16x] You sad and putrid losers Complaining on the couch Think you're fucking better than us? ' You can't leave your house Deluded little maggots Fold your arms and frown Go to work and make me money Before I put you down You're a bunch of banks That I'd like to rob You're my online cash transaction You're my future stocks Transfer you like money To a Swiss account Spend you on an impulse buy And zero you all out Hate [16x] I would like to get some sleep But you keep buying all our things My overhead is way too deep For us to not make all these things It's way too cynical, you see? Hating what's supporting me I am not you, I thank the gods And if I were, I'd die like dogs Die [30x] Die! You're a bunch of banks That I'd like to rob You're my online cash transaction You're my future stocks Transfer you like money To a swiss account Spend you an on impulse buy And zero you all out You're a credit card That I will defile Every time I max you out I get a thousand miles You're a brand new car That I do not need Wrap you round a telephone pole Shrug it off and leave Just follow me... Down the elevator... Through the gates... Down the stairs... Just keep on walking... Through the hallway... Now open the door... Explain Request ×
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