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Ropped up at the pulpit A speech to please the proles With coca-cola Trickling down my throat Well would you save all of your bottles If I promised a refund It's gonna come I swear I swear I swear I swear That it is If you've got a special interest There is influence I could sell Just like water takes the shape of where it is held I'm overflowing with ambition But I got to keep in mind The bottom line Is the dollar signs And big bright lights Inequality franchised The next location is mine We're gonna lower costs It's a work of art Our giant golden arch I'm gonna start a factory The size of a country I'm gonna teach them all To work for liberty oh But I'm not one for handouts No they got to pay their dues They can make our shoes And then we'll walk on you Always on the move We heard that business will boom If some people are removed I know there's all body types But we have just one size I don't care if it's tight It's the dollar signs And the big bright lights Inequality franchised Every location is mine You just do your part Form a line lets march Under the golden arch March march march march
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