Music Orphans Series / 1%

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Chorus

Now that I have

All the money in the world

Or close enough to it

And it’s discontent

 

There is always a gun

And a girl

And an unbridled mother’s love

To comfort you

From the hatred of

The other 99 percent

 

Verses

An artist is admired

For his eye

And his attention to

Her every need

 

When he lights up

The highlights

Of a summer sky

And the colors bleed

 

Like his broken heart

As she comforts him

With a cooling cloth

And a breast that makes

 

A teenager, want, to

Beat himself to death

In his bedroom

With the lights out

Pre Chorus

There is always something

More beautiful

When you a looking suave and

Styling

And sometimes I make a fool of

Myself

Rather do that 

Than die alone inside

The Lunatic Asylum

 

M8

Some people have it

And some people don’t

Ain’t no use complaining

Cos no one is listening 

Anyways