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MONEY ₼0​₦​€​¥​$​$​$ (money)

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lyrics

Diametrically dead in designer homes
then you found me like something gold
And that’s how it goes when you’re not worth the sign
and your body is the fuel in those greedy eyes
I bet you found Jesus in your private jet

This guillotine knows that money taste like..

Like dopamine?
Bloodstains?
Carpet cleaner on a Sunday?
I don’t know, I don’t know how much it cost
to scrub the remains of your brother’s thoughts
So privatize the gains and socialize the losses
cover up those dead kids painted in your gardens
The cross-eyed, invisible, desperate angels

This guillotine knows what money taste like
The lamborghinis with the teeth on the inside
You feel saliva pouring down the back of your neck
And there’s money just coming out the side of your head
You decrease in value

They want you as their home decor

Be the ghost you want to see in the world
cause there’s only room for one monarch here

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released October 28, 2019
Israel: vocals, guitar
Cory: bass
Nick: drums
Bo White: recording and mixing
Daniel Shepherd: mastering

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