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Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
He was 40, and he cursed the words "Mine, mine, gimme"
41, he wasn’t walking, 42, not walking quickly
43, never running 'round the pavements of his city
44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold
But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves
Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold
Lamborghini for a life, trading money for souls
Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free
Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need
And his example is exaggerated versions of me
And it's a version of him, and it's a version of she
And it's a version of you, there’s no escaping the blame
The way we live is parasitic, f the money and fame!