See the set up in the false wares store?
What you get there you'll want some more,
its a hollow feeling that everyone loves to buy.
Dig into your checkbook sir, I'm sure that they've got something for "Her"
Regardless of it's price, its just an affordable vice.
We'll keep quiet, so long as you buy...
Spend
Spend
Spend, the night away.
Try
Cry
Die, within these marked up lives that we all adore.
Spend
Bend
End, the way that we conduct ourselves among the affluence.
Fill
Spill
Kill, the wine glass placed up on the ballroom floor.
Orphans, out on the street, Vagrants, filling up all the wayward homes.
Violence, doesn't let you sleep, But the liquor laced with cyanide
is sure to get you beat.
"Die
Die,
Die" shouts the Shylock with the 45,
"Zim
Zam,
Zim" cries the violin with the street corps composer,
My
My
My, there's alot going on in shady places every Sunday.
We can all turn a blind eye and stay the other one out.
Come and see the snake oil vendor pointing out all his tricks,
and the G-man doesn't even seem to notice the charm that he's laying on thick.
Smash the doors in...
oh my, oh Lord, oh no, wheres the decency?
oh my, oh Lord, oh no, the party's bleeding out this is the end for sure.
I'll call shotgun, they'll shout foul play, we went through this yesterday.
They'll buy lawyers, we'll send lady callers, reputations are as toxic as DDT.
There innocent of every charge, with the exception of hilarity,
In the storefront, they've pinned up,
Everything, everything must go!
"Ladumm, ladumm ladee, ladumm" (Hummed slowly behind)
And if your debts are too much, we'll find ways to make you pay.
Loved ones, rich ones, they're all so great, we'll just charge them too!
THEY'LL PAY!
