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Motorcycle methamphetamine shit parade

I’m calling all out war on the golden gate

So sing from the heart, or sing from the soul

But I’m never going back to san francisco

I wanna know how much money was spent

On lavish hotels built on cheap cement

Your calls go unanswered

By those held chains in self contempt

I see right through your lies

Fancy wigs, polka-dot bowties

Your pleading’s enamored

In thrift store bought mom and pop disguise

And it’s all I can do to keep quiet

Sing from the top of my lungs

Wrap the bullshit up in gold so you can buy it

How much longer can I hold my tongue?

I know where the donations went

Your deep pockets full of addiction

A few misplaced receipts, ponzi-scheme, truthful contradiction

I see right through your rouse

Fake mustaches and cheap tattoos

You always aim to please

But those who donate are sure to lose.

And it’s all I can do to keep quiet

Sing from the top of my lungs

Wrap the bullshit up in gold so you can buy it

So hand over your hard earned money

Fund my dream as you sacrifice yours

And like bees who’ve been robbed of their honey

And the keeper sets fire to the door

Help me, help me, I’m acting up again

Bipolar fueled, I am the exception

I’m impervious to society’s rules

For I eat immaculate conceptions

Megalomaniac, hitler’s son

I find the latter hard to swallow

But if I play my cards right

I can fool you all to follow

Help me, help me, help me, help me

Help me!