Billions

The who's who and blah, blah, blah
the tax man, he goes to far!
Marylin her life is gone
Stuffed toys, left on the lawn

We don't know you
you talk too fast
You're meant to go
to the Catholic Church!

Te he he
More rum for me
in this room
of burgundy

Mending socks
the mission rocks
We should fly away
Somewhere far away

In the still of the night
what's your keep
in which position
Do you sleep?

Who goes there
What do you learn
What did you dream
What have you seen?

Overtaken on highway
Ninety-nine
Words and nausea
to buy some nautica,
to buy some time.


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