Showing posts with label Payment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Payment. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Price Tag

CHORUS

Everything you do has a price tag on it

Unlimited freedom? I don’t care if you want it

You step on my neck, I’ll step on yours

Bootlicking gets you nowhere, you’ll always be poor

 

VERSE 1

Far-right minority, what the fuck gives?

What’s it like to have black skin and white privilege?

Enjoy it while it lasts, it can be taken away

By the same guys who think you’re whole culture is gay

The G-word’s a pejorative in their itty-bitty world

They can’t see a spectrum beyond boy and girl

When you and your family are next on the cross

Try kissing more ass, on the advice of your boss

 

CHORUS

Everything you do has a price tag on it

Unlimited freedom? I don’t care if you want it

You step on my neck, I’ll step on yours

Bootlicking gets you nowhere, you’ll always be poor

 

VERSE 2

You work in construction while they’re plotting your destruction

You crack a bigoted joke and expect an induction

Into the Hall of Fame or the Millionaire’s Club

Trying hard to be a dom, but you’re always a sub

Isolate inside a bubble of your own creation

Thinking it’ll shield you from public damnation

Never mind being late to your own Over Party

You’re late to your own trial, too late to say sorry

 

CHORUS

Everything you do has a price tag on it

Unlimited freedom? I don’t care if you want it

You step on my neck, I’ll step on yours

Bootlicking gets you nowhere, you’ll always be poor

 

VERSE 3

So what if you make a million dollars or more?

You’ll waste it on gold chains, diamond rings, and whores

Oops, I meant you when I said the big W

‘Cause it ain’t sex workers who want to cuddle you

Your favorite rich bitch won’t want to do it either

Even if you call your own minority “useless eaters”

You can throw the Sig Heil at any time of the day

Doesn’t change the fact that you’re wasting away

Yeah, I called it a fact, it don’t care about your feelings

Don’t like your own medicine? Don’t rush the healing

Your parasocial followers are in a marriage of convenience

They’ll leave you when they see that you’re a fraud, not a genius

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

You Couldn't Pay Me Enough


VERSE 1
Take the blue pill and everything is chill
Take the red pill and you lose free will
Take the black pill and get your incel thrills
Take the green pill, say goodbye to your bills

CHORUS
You couldn’t pay me enough
To act limousine tough
To have it trust fund rough
You couldn’t pay me enough

VERSE 2
Why would I leave behind this life I’ve built?
Repeating your rhetoric would fill me with guilt
I won’t fire your guns, I won’t take your funds
I won’t drink the Kool-Aid, I’m not fucking afraid
I’d rather be poor than be a puppet on a string
I’d rather have a soul than some material things
I’d rather keep my word to flip the fucking bird
To anybody who wishes to watch me fucking burn

EXTENDED CHORUS 1
You couldn’t pay me enough
To act limousine tough
To have it trust fund rough
You couldn’t pay me enough
Everyone’s got a price
For acting cold as ice
Just for conservative love
You couldn’t pay me enough

VERSE 3
If everyone has a price, yours was pretty low
Lower than a hooker getting ready to blow
Lower than a dead body after death row
Lower than a meal for a hungry ass crow
You let the golden water put out your fire
You were so desperate to be the newest hire
Guns, religion, and xenophobic division
Babies born without the mother’s permission

EXTENDED CHORUS 2
You couldn’t pay me enough
To act limousine tough
To have it trust fund rough
You couldn’t pay me enough
Playing the role of bitch
Made you so goddamn rich
Whatever lullaby you love
You couldn’t pay me enough