Presidents and banksters, reaching from the grave
They silence free-thinkers, just to keep them enslaved
Got you begging for your life
Till you're forced to stand and fight
Kicking to the curb, the feelings of material fate
Surreal imperial world, you wanna infiltrate
I think it's time to live this life
Cause' even death comes with a price
Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
When your pockets are feeling clean
And the truth is obsolete
Then burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
When money ain't what it seems
Stuck in the red, dreaming green
In the eye eye eye eye eye
In the eye of the pyramid
Eye eye eye eye eye
Don't look
In the eye of the pyramid
(Eye eye eye eye eye)
Preying on the weak is cheap
But the price they pay is deep
Gold for a king, not a penny for me
Preying on the weak is cheap
But the price they pay is deep
Gold for a king, not a penny for me
Say one day you wake up, with a sudden twist of fate
Saving venom for tomorrow, but you say that every day
And while you're pushing love away
You know the pain is there to stay
Start from the ground and work your way up now
You're finding all of your bricks, they fall down
And your journey's made in vain
And your pride will never be the same
Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
When your pockets are feeling clean
And the truth is obsolete
Then burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
When money ain't what it seems
Stuck in the red, dreaming green
In the eye eye eye eye eye
In the eye of the pyramid
Eye eye eye eye eye
Don't look
In the eye of the pyramid
(Eye eye eye eye eye)
Preying on the weak is cheap
But the price they pay is deep
Gold for a king, not a penny for me
Preying on the weak is cheap
But the price they pay is deep
Gold for a king, not a penny for me
Hours for money, money for love
Dying in the darkest room
Closing your eyes, behind a fatal surprise
Like you got nothing to lose
Like you got nothing to lose
Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
When your pockets are feeling clean
And the truth is obsolete
Then burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
When money ain't what it seems
Stuck in the red, dreaming green
In the eye eye eye eye eye
In the eye of the pyramid
Eye eye eye eye eye
Don't look
In the eye of the pyramid
(Eye eye eye eye eye)
Preying on the weak is cheap
But the price they pay is deep
Gold for a king, not a penny for me
Preying on the weak is cheap
But the price they pay is deep
Gold for a king, not a penny for me
Eye eye eye eye eye...
Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn!
Yeah!
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