Monetary Conclusions Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I want to flood the airwaves
And wake up the graves
Bring back the slaves
So that they can take revenge
Against the south
And the ones that are swayed
We're all just getting played
And not getting laid
By this evil game
I'll break this frame
Of a picture that falsely depicts
The American antics
Our actions have become our fears
Our people now shed many tears
Bodies placed into pits
Life gone to the shits
But we don't worry
So I get high and laugh
as if I'm watching Bill Murray

Go get your money
and buy all your false hopes
Go get your money
Then we can all smoke some dope
Go get your money
You are supposed to find happiness
Go get your money
Look we bought this mess