
Money is the anthem, of success. So before we go out, what's your address?

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?

I'm your National Anthem, God, you're so handsome.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy.
Money is the anthem, of success. So before we go out, what's your address?
Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
I'm your National Anthem, God, you're so handsome.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy.