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re bad We're bad I feel it in my heart I believe it in my soul But we will never live Long enough to know Restless and curious Down in my gut I know That I will never ever Want what I

On the top floor, from my penthouse I survey what I rule High rises Thin curtains All lights go out by two No one ever sees me Yet I know all of you

If I could travel back in time I'd go to 1899 High in the Sierra Hills And ride the lumber down the Sanger flume The flume Ride the flume Ride the flume

and tobacco barons Got it banned in '37 The world is made of connections So many sheep in wolf's clothing Scary times are never dull How long before our empire falls No one wants

baby every time By mapping and manipulating people's genes Cosmetic surgery before you're born Know in advance what you'll die of Everyone is useful and