Trapped below the sewage of war, bodies upon bodies.
They aren't people any more, more like mushy rotten bananas.
When I poke their faces the cells wipe off onto my finger tips.
Well it hasn't happened to us yet, so let's jam out again tonight!
Drinks upon drinks, we are gluttonous creatures dependent on abundance.
Money is reliable.
Gambling, 30, 40, 50 virgins!
Hate the game, not the player!
Money is my God, as it is...