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You hunched and blinded mutants Living in chat rooms You masturbate on the sheets Your mothers clean for you You have lined my pockets Overflowed with gold You're living with your parents And you're 35 years old You're a bunch of banks That I'd like to rob You're my online cash transaction You're my future stocks Transfer you like money To a Swiss account Spend you on an impulse buy And zero you all out You sad and putrid losers Complaining on the couch Think you're fucking better than us?' You can't leave your house Deluded little maggots Fold your arms and frown Go to work and make me money Before I put you down You're a bunch of banks That I'd like to rob You're my online cash transaction You're my future stocks Transfer you like money To a Swiss account Spend you on an impulse buy And zero you all out Hate I would like to get some sleep But you keep buying all our things My overhead is way too deep For us to not make all these things It's way too cynical, you see? Hating what's supporting me I am not you, I thank the gods And if I were, I'd die like dogs DIE! You're a bunch of banks That I'd like to rob You're my online cash transaction You're my future stocks Transfer you like money To a swiss account Spend you an on impulse buy And zero you all out You're a credit card That I will defile Every time I max you out I get a thousand miles You're a brand new car That I do not need Wrap you round a telephone pole Shrug it off and leave Just follow me... Down the elevator... Through the gates... down the stairs... Just keep on walking... through the hallway...