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vincent vocoder voice - the economy lyrics
[verse 1]
i’ve got my head down straight for the money
on time, never late for the money
whipped my ass into shape for the money
wet dream, protein
stiff nippled, tongue deep in the machine
[verse 2]
sure, i lost a couple pounds for the money
sure, i lost a couple friends for the money
but i can sees what i keeps with the money
simple as a, b, c with the money
tote bag, yolo print on the side
grey news shapes n_ggling at my mind
spring step, something following behind
who’s there? blank stare
thumb my bank card and whisper out a prayer
[chorus]
i was tired of life with a nameless grief
and the road was long and the road was steep
but when i took the teat my tears flowed free
down the golden tits of the economy
[verse 3]
sure i lose a little sleep
red, black, turning green
face pinched white, damp sheets
something else scratching at the edges
that contract… what’d it say again?
this bruise… the impression of a pen?
all these weird dreams… when did they begin?
hair lank, mind blank
slipped on my birthday cake again, again, and woke up in the bank
[chorus]
i was tired of life, yeah i couldn’t sleep
and the road was long and the road was steep
but when all seemed lost it came to me
i was born for this, it was meant to be
choking and weeping i fell to my knees
and puckered my lips to the economy
[verse 4]
i’ll plug up my hair for the money
a few stocks here, there for the money
sure, it ain’t all fair for the money
but i ain’t paid to care for the money
a few sweat shop seams for the money
maybe one, two screams for the money
it ain’t worth my health for the money
you gotta treat yo’self for the money
cute little siemens screen for the money
an ibm machine for the money
i can hit up ig for the money
a little zyklon b for the money
dabble in a few new thrills for the money
some cheeky deep web stills for the money
yeah, i could have you k!lled for the money
all you need is an itch and a little scratch, honey
[chorus]
i was tired of life with a nameless grief
with the dust of god smoking from my feet
but through that bitter fog came a taste so sweet
it was mommy’s milk
the economy
the economy
the economy
the economy
the economy
the economy
the economy
[outro]
there’s no way out but i don’t want to leave
from over the wall comes the faintest of screams
carried so softly away on the breeze
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