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Prayer hands on a crooked spine
Bow down to a dirty shrine
Glory, oh glory devine
Dark deeds of a grand design
Serves gods of a paper kind
Glory, oh glory defiled

More! These mother fuckers believe that they deserve more and more
While leaving less and less for you
Do you really think that these people give a fuck about you?
Give me more! Uh they don't

Standing on their backs
Just call it a tax
All so you can
Getcha, getcha green baby
Counting up the heads of dead presidents
Tell me how'd ya
Getcha, getcha green baby
Getcha, getcha green baby

Influence any mind
By keeping pockets lined
Glory oh glory resigned
Sacrifice human kind
Gotta keep them profits high
Glory ol' glory has died

Standing on their backs
Just call it a tax
All so you can
Getcha, getcha green baby
Counting up the heads of dead presidents
Tell me how'd ya
Getcha, getcha green baby
Getcha, getcha green baby

Green green green green green baby
Green green green green green baby
Green green green green green baby

Standing on their backs
Just call it a tax
All so you can
Getcha, getcha green baby
Counting up the heads of dead presidents
Tell me how'd ya
Getcha, getcha green baby
Getcha, getcha green baby
Getcha, getcha green baby
Getcha, getcha green baby



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