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You love to taste it
Dirty mind
You're sick and twisted
Appetite
I'll do yours, if you do mine

Verse 2
Everyone folds for the dollar
You sold your soul
And everyone you know
For the dollar
White collar style stick up

Verse 3
Oh, twisted brother
Blow kisses
Ripped off distant daughter
I collect souls, I collect
I collect souls, I collect
Oh, retail Jesus
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
I've been banging on your door
Open up before I burn shit down

Verse 4
Evil urges
Angels may shield their eyes
I will climb
Voices wailing
It's all about the money babe

Outro
You can run, you can hidе it all
In a mattress on the second floor
Savе it up just to spit it back out
Gold teeth in a rotted mouth
I am your credit card debt collector
Slot machine queen, cigarette protector
Pyramid scheme with a devil investor
Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get you