Fertility Symbols Lyrics

FERTILITY SYMBOLS

A whore on the back of a castrated bull the portents of the bullshit
market, and when this cock and bull run out of bull and cock I guess
we’ll just have to park it, the ethical ergonomics of a trust fund rapist
in heat, we slam the brakes and the whole world hit the wall that’s
why they call it Wall Street.
Sometimes a virus just grows off the factotum fat of its own mass, if
you tack enough zeros on a zero it can look like a huge pile of cash,
but the ones who play this game are not the ones who lose this game
they just lose their gain, then were all left with our back to the wall
street trying to cure the crazy with the insane.
It makes money to take money and you don’t even have to have for
them to take it, just fill this out; strap this on; if you don’t like it fake
it, the world is the collateral on this more like debt lets call it a loan,
and when were done fating off this market money meat we’ll toss you
the bill and the bone.
Who could begin to understand this delicate seduction, with more loopholes than a tax deduction, the lost dynamics of this big bang
whimper, a sin beyond what all grace can temper, this economic
animal will he have to be euthanized, his life savings a scuttled ship
to be freely piratized, locked into some fat cat highest bidders lowball
price, it’s a big enough pie but he ate your slice.
You knew she was a whore when you married her but she was so
nubile you didn’t give a f*ck, yeah nothings gonna come between
your world be damned I’m gonna make a buck, you say it’s not so
simple but the fact is it’s an area you just painted gray, because your
only concern is who collects you don’t give a f*ck about who has to
pay.
Escort this impotent bull to this barren virgin, see if they can give
birth to a test tube plastic surgeon, down in new Wall street south we
can build a new palace, and in the garden we can erect a life-size
phallus.

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