Condescending keeps us gay In a teen outdated way Noses up that dear and down Tight lip burst into a crown Please the rich and chase the poor That’s what this machine is for. Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and Stab the poor, slice the rich Turn the lamp up, flip the switch Making everyone the same is the end game Hanging out with old McBean, and his grandiose machine No one seems to be annoyed No one sees this as obscene Please the rich and chase the poor That’s what this machine is for. Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and Stab the poor, slice the rich Turn the lamp up, flip the switch Making everyone the same is the end game She’s the gear, you’re a cam, I’m a cog She’s the gear, you’re a cam, I’m a cog This machine was invented by McBean But we all make up the parts, Cut us up and take our hearts She the …, you’re a cam, I’m a cog She the …, you’re a cam, I’m a cog This machine was invented by McBean But we all make up the ṗarts, Cut us up and take our hearts
Condescending keeps us gay In a teen outdated way Noses up that dear and down Tight lip burst into a crown Please the rich and chase the poor That’s what this machine is for. Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and Stab the poor, slice the rich Turn the lamp up, flip the switch Making everyone the same is the end game Hanging out with old McBean, and his grandiose machine No one seems to be annoyed No one sees this as obscene Please the rich and chase the poor That’s what this machine is for. Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and Stab the poor, slice the rich Turn the lamp up, flip the switch Making everyone the same is the end game She’s the gear, you’re a cam, I’m a cog She’s the gear, you’re a cam, I’m a cog This machine was invented by McBean But we all make up the parts, Cut us up and take our hearts She the …, you’re a cam, I’m a cog She the …, you’re a cam, I’m a cog This machine was invented by McBean But we all make up the ṗarts, Cut us up and take our hearts
