In game-show purgatory, we're all just dying for a laugh
Watch your boy practice presidential looks, top of his class
What's darker, streets or airwaves pregnant with rumors of rewards?
If you're terminally bored, fall in behind the motorcade and lock your doors
Mother Money, your dreams came true today Slaughterhouse country offers up her favorite son
Who cares why anything gets done, get something done!
A moral gerrymander?
I could have laughed 'til I was sore, now I'm too busy bracing for the dark side of the holiday
They're saving for
Mother Money, your dreams came true today
United we stand for unity, believe and believe in believability, so don't touch the machinery, and don't lean on the scenery
Get used to waiting, if what you're after's laughing last
At least here laughter's endlessly broadcast
Get what you see, all mask behind the masks behind the masks for Mother Money
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