Fast Show, Slow Shine
Fast cars, dream house
Go far, steamed blouse
Step up, money ladder
Throw up, full bladder
Stinking stomach
Rotting Royce
Got to love it
Have no choice
Dream for living
Selling sin
Nothing's giving
Caving in
Get a job
Make it happen
Turn the knob
Be the captain
But this boat is sinking
These dreams don't float
We work for living
It splits your scrote
So stop your shitting,
steaming rote
Dreams are death
But death can't dream
So make the choice
Become the cream.
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