Gatsby's American Dream - A Manifesto Of Tangible Wealth lyrics

Eloise sits, this privileged corpse, A mundane pace offers no struggle Denny holds tight, Chrome d**h kiss on a platter, He enters like raid to a hive What do you want to be? Who do you want to be? Or would you rather die here tonight? This is just an empty, sickening mural of cubicles and apparel Draw business with syringes A stethoscope can hear the faint ticks, of a 9 to 5 Have you ever seen a life much sadder? But still you climb, still you climb, still you climb.