You've got squatter envy
As the hours drag on like a day
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
It was brimming but you pissed it away
Better put down the irons and woods
There are chains to be cut
I say it's time for you to find out what it's really like
To hit in the rough
Come on, your posh garden parties ain't foolin' no one
As you flash your cash clips out,
They must weigh a ton
I'm tellin' you, your life would be so much better
If you just fucked it up
You've got squatter envy
As the hours drag on like a day
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
It was brimming but you pissed it away
Here's your new church, blood, body
No god, no priest
Cause you can't get to heaven
Bustin' unions, spillin' jobs in the sea
Let the Ash n' Palm robber barons send their amens
Then go back to their bunkers, food rotting in bins
You've got squatter envy
As the hours drag on like a day
The desire to toss the banker, landlord, and boss
It was brimming but you pissed it away
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