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Desmond Myers
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The Money Waltz
Monsieur, could I buy an Apple please?
Please you know how the money...
Comes and goes...
Through my toes...
In this city.
Slowly contemplating robbery and theft
Cause I ain't even got a euro left
I'm down to my last gold Leonardi
Wishin' Davinci'da mentioned the parties
To make is to do so I stay in the lab
My stomach is flat and my liver's intact
I want to create so I stay in the lab
Artist's Reward: a pain in the Abs
Explicative Macklemore and his thrift store
Explicative, explicative, once, twice, thrice more
On his world tour I hope he stops in Athens
Watches the soldiers carrying the flag in
On the Acropolis the wind blows to the west
Claudius looks at his son on the steps
Tears in his eyes he carefully says:
'Damn, I ain't even got a euro left'
Monsieur, could I buy an Apple please?
Please you know how the money...
Comes and goes...
Through my toes...
In this city.
Don't persecute yourself you know too well
Misery is an open door jail cell
All across Europe, Pyongyang to Bahrain
You're never alone if you're feeling the strain
It seems like the Earth has a hole in its pocket
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Stay close to the seam; you're bound to get-dropped
But all these illusions we need to be stopping
Six little words that must be abolished:
Left, right, black, white, east, and west
Invisible borders it's time to reject
'Indignez-vous!' mais où et à qui?
Your Mom, the system, the money, at me?
I don't want to preach, but please let me say
If the money is tight and you're inclined to outrage
At your brother, know well, his trouble's the same
I don't wanna preach but please let me say
'Damn I even got a krone'
'Can you spare please spare me another peso?'
'Lost half my weight in sterling pounds,
Guess I'll blame it on the Europeans now'
'Ευχαριοτώ' Salif says to his goat
The only thing in the world he can seem to control
'Παπακαλώ, Παπακαλώ'
The song of a man who could never be sold
The words that he sung on the side the road
Kept him alive much longer than gold
So burn down the banks, walk on Wall-Street
But don't let them a take a piece of your dream
Live for ideals that build who you are
Money can't murder what can't be bought
Villa Contrabband: the spirit at large
Monsieur, could I buy an Apple please?
Please you know how the money...
Comes and goes...
Through my toes...
In this city.
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