Foreign Man in a Foreign Land: It's Not Leftist Infighting If He Was Never a Leftist

 

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