Meningitis Song

We've got meningitis
Of the monarchy
They got the Duke of Zion
We've got the currency

There's a million reasons you don't know exist
It makes you feel just fine
No emphasis
You can name your empire, dysfunctionality
I'll settle for nothing
Cause nothings what it will be

Lay down your past at Saint Peters feet
Think about what you had
Just a figure of speech

How many?
How many times?
Will they say
Have it your own way

The pleasure, the pleasure is mine
When I break everything they take



Credits
Writer(s): Van Schalkwyk
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