Now I ain't losy my nerve because I don't want to burn.
And I wouldn't say my missionary zeal is gone.
There's a high wind up ahead.
We've left our old for dead.
Our dancing days are numbered.
Yeah - they ain't got long.
Yeah - it's alright.
Yeah- it's okay.
You can move up through the coporate ranks.
No use running with the Chinese coming.
And I don't wanna see this world burn no more.
It's dog versus master in this ruling class of gangsters.
And I don't wanna see this world burn no more.
Georgie wrote a book and Sarah's naming names.
Obama's on the hook and O'Reilly's laying blame.
They saved Reagan's brain and there's bodies on the plane.
Our dancing days are numbered.
Yeah - we're going up in flames.
Yeah - it's alright.
Yeah - it's okay.
No one penetrates the Wall Street ranks.
There's no use running with the Chinese coming.
And I don't wanna see this world burn no more.
It's dog versus master in this ruling class of gangsters.
And I don't wanna see this world burn no more.
I'll see you in the slip.
There's houses left to flip.
No sense bumming with the payback coming.
And I don't want to see this world burn no more