Vangelism - Tell 'Em It's Real Lyrics

That purchase you're gonna make
Well just wait
The credit card is coming due
That yacht your gonna buy
That private plane your gonna fly on
Public perception is coming for you
You look grave in the face of evil
Crocodile tears when the markets unstable
There's money to be made in the misery
Of ants in the burning sun
So let'em bake till they die
Let 'em burn till they fry
I'll be fine dying rich and alone
I'll be fine dying rich and alone
I don't need you

I don't need anyone
To tell me how I feel
I don't need anyone
To decipher
What is real
Call the doctor
Tell em it's real
Tell em it's real

That real estate your gonna buy
Just think about it first
Those are the ashes of another dream
That stock market play
That Gucci bag you got your eye on
How loaded do we really need to be
We look pale in the face of stewardship
We're all in a race to end up rich
And be me and mrs popular
When the metal fucking donkey
Stops it's rounds
Let em bake till they die
Let em burn til they fry
I'll be fine dying rich and alone
I don't need you

I don't need anyone
To tell me how I feel
I don't need anyone
To decipher
What is real
Call the doctor
Tell em it's real
Tell em it's real

Nobody hates me more than me
Nobody hates me more than me