Oh oh!
Who you doing crime on?
Well, I thought you moved back
to Berlin,
And now you need another back
to climb on,
And I'm turning green,
Whatever does it mean,
When you're wasting your
photography
On fresh faces
On the idiot scene
Woah!
The last words that the fool
will mutter
Are "Give me all my money
back",
The last fool, he had a
terrible stutter
And he's life was a wreck,
The last time I checked,
All my stuff still belongs to
him,
Fresh faces on the stupid
scene,
Stupid me
Woah-woah-oh-oh
Woah-woah-oh-oh
Woah-woah-oh-oh
The fruit from my tree hangs
low,
And I've got all of my bitches
in tow
And wouldn't you just like to
know
About the ins and outs
Of how I go about the business
of losing all my money,
I do it so much better than
you now, honey
Now I just bought an average
work of art
From an unremarkable time,
The artist died before his
fame would ever stop,
And now he isn’t online
To bet about them dying,
It's the way it always go down,
French faces on the Guggenheim
scene tonight
Woah-woah-oh-oh
Woah-woah-oh-oh
Woah-woah-oh-oh
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