Paint it With Gold

Let's take it back to the gilded age
Objects painted to appear as gold
Some, cardboard, tables, you name it
The rich living on top of the world, at the expense of the poor man
A worthless piece of shit, disguised as gold

Welcome to my gilded age
I paint myself with gold
Each laugh, a cry for help
Each smile, an attempt to hide my tears
I hide the fact that I am a piece of shit

Let's paint it with gold
And pretend everything is okay
Call it our
Little Gilded Age

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