Room For One More
Things are getting gross around here, wanna join?
Like tar pits, and there's room for one more
Big old rib bones poking up out of the muck
Greasy handshakes on top of paper on top of suits
And a shower and a couple dollars and a man on your back
A couple pills, honey, a couple drinks and a few deals
Strike up the band, play it backwards, that's how they're all doing it
That's how we all do it around here, babe
Come into this web, sleep with your eyes open
Put a little powdered protein in it
Hold the gun I gave you, just like that, you're doing so good, baby
My little star, here, add a little of this arsenic to your America
You're gonna go far far far far far
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