Now I ain't losy my nerve because I don't want to burn. And I wouldn't say my missionary zeal is gone. There's a high wind up ahead. We've left our old for dead. Our dancing days are numbered. Yeah - they ain't got long. Yeah - it's alright. Yeah- it's okay. You can move up through the corporate ranks. No use running with the Chinese coming. And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. It's dog versus master in this ruling cla** of gangsters. And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. Georgie wrote a book and Sarah's naming names. Obama's on the hook and O'Reilly's laying blame. They saved Reagan's brain and there's bodies on the plane. Our dancing days are numbered. Yeah - we're going up in flames. Yeah - it's alright. Yeah - it's okay. No one penetrates the Wall Street ranks. There's no use running with the Chinese coming. And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. It's dog versus master in this ruling cla** of gangsters. And I don't wanna see this world burn no more. I'll see you in the slip. There's houses left to flip. No sense bumming with the payback coming. And I don't want to see this world burn no more