Gatsby's American Dream A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth Lyrics
Last updated: 06/09/2008 12:00:00 PM
this privileged corpse,
a mundane pace offers no struggle.
Danny holds tight,
chrome death kiss on a platter,
he answers like raid to a hive--Oh.
(What do you want to be?) Who do you want to be?
Or would you rather die here tonight?
This is an empty mural of cubicles and apparel.
Draw business with syringes,
a stethoscope can hear the faint ticks
of a nine to five.
Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
Distill your blood,
still you climb,
still you climb.
Thanks to falco for submitting A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth Lyrics.