Hey man just checkin’ the clientele
did the money man thing it’s just as well
It’s a power of a sort I guess
Do we still own a piece of you? Yes
Mephistopheles at your service
allow me to compliment your biz
congratulations ain’t you the man
swear your meteoric rise was more than I could stand
You’re still in bed with the Devil son
You’re still stuck with me nowhere to run
Wealth can always disappear
like fairy gold leaving you here
We made you we can tear you down
We’ve got your bankbook and your golden crown
Settle back stop making trouble
pray for a world to rise from the rubble
after we finish your power trip
and beam back to the mothership
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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