Thousands of bodies
Never on display
So cut the funds
Pull the plug
The problem goes away
The market will provide
Its hand will show the way
To the motherf*cking yacht
You're paying for today
The system isn't broken
It works as it was built
To chew you up
Spit you out
And monetize the guilt
They don't need a weapon
To bring you to your knees
As long as someone makes a dollar
Every time you breathe
What's it cost to live?
And how much to die?
Another couple of years
At a fair market price
But when that balance crushes me
Throw my body in the street because
If I go quietly
I want the world to see
They put a price on my head
Let's clog their streets with our dead
When you make a choice
You have to see it through
So if you take my life
You get the body too
They put a price on your head
Let's clog their streets with our dead
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Thousands of bodies
Never on display
So cut the funds
Pull the plug
The problem goes away
The market will provide
Its hand will show the way
To the motherf*cking yacht
You're paying for today
The system isn't broken
It works as it was built
To chew you up
Spit you out
And monetize the guilt
They don't need a weapon
To bring you to your knees
As long as someone makes a dollar
Every time you breathe
What's it cost to live?
And how much to die?
Another couple of years
At a fair market price
But when that balance crushes me
Throw my body in the street because
If I go quietly
I want the world to see
They put a price on my head
Let's clog their streets with our dead
When you make a choice
You have to see it through
So if you take my life
You get the body too
They put a price on your head
Let's clog their streets with our dead
Never on display
So cut the funds
Pull the plug
The problem goes away
The market will provide
Its hand will show the way
To the motherf*cking yacht
You're paying for today
The system isn't broken
It works as it was built
To chew you up
Spit you out
And monetize the guilt
They don't need a weapon
To bring you to your knees
As long as someone makes a dollar
Every time you breathe
What's it cost to live?
And how much to die?
Another couple of years
At a fair market price
But when that balance crushes me
Throw my body in the street because
If I go quietly
I want the world to see
They put a price on my head
Let's clog their streets with our dead
When you make a choice
You have to see it through
So if you take my life
You get the body too
They put a price on your head
Let's clog their streets with our dead
Writer: Jay Gironimi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid