Pharaoh couldn't decide
if these years were fat or lean
I didn't know if I dared
to put wheels on this machine
hey huddling masses
you still yearning to be free
heave off your asses
and hook up to the battery
You can burn more and more
well the world keeps getting hotter
Don't ask me how to solve that one
I'm just some lonesome jotter
We always thought we'd plain run out
never guessed we'd have too much
never thought we'd roll out of control
With the curse of the Midas touch
Pharaoh couldn't keep it up
Instead he had to get wrapped up
here's a message to the tenth percent
Your fat cow's about to get snapped up
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