Of fifty billion
In my pavilion
That long wire is frayed
And I will offer you a place
So luminous skinned but the face is awful
You hapless slob go back to sink in your hole
Of fifty billion
That proud call is wrong
And I must stick close to the grace
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place
Don’t scoot by trumpeting the cash cow’s gone
And I will offer you a place
Disdainful clown
And I will offer you a place
And I must stick close to the grace
The quantize knob that drains the beat of all soul
Don’t go ‘round mocking on the cash cow now
Don’t gift those gawk it at the cash cow now
And I will offer you a place
This thing’s going down
And I will offer you a place
Smoke in the mouth, stick in a candy apple
Some cloud unknown
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place
That long haul, wow
Don’t go ‘round mocking on the cash cow now
This pinkness creeping as the sun comes low
In my pavilion
And I will offer you a place
Don’t shout out proudly that the cash cow’s lame
And I must stick close to the grace
