A Caustic Version

First they come
Then they grow
And now understand
They have no identity
First they want
Then they need
And now demand
I'll sell them serenity
You crank them up
And I'll bust them out
We'll shove that shit
Straight down their mouths
And keep that paper
Raining down
This ranch ain't gonna
Run itself
The less they know
The more they owe
Keep the secret close
Shhhhhhhh
The more they buy
The less they try
Keep them this side
Of comatose
We're farming babies
And line our pockets with the gravy
Don't call me crazy
Cause I know you're feeling wealthy lately
The masses must be glorified
I want a yacht
Blessed be those who multiply
And tie the knot
Yup facts
You crank them up
And I'll bust them out
We can shove that shit
Straight down their mouths
But we keep that paper raining down
This ranch ain't gonna run itself
Praise the proud
Hail the hero
Sing the song
Of the strong
Do whatever you want
Just keep them all
Limping along
We're farming babies
And line our pockets with the gravy
Don't call me crazy
Cause I know you're feeling wealthy lately



Credits
Writer(s): Mikernan Arrell
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