Despot

Despot - Get Rich Or Try Dying songtekst

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[Despot:] 

The "told ya so" kid, lookin like he's itchin to sing 

The day hell got cold, sellin plane tickets to pigs 

Time-tested method for turnin a fat chance slim 

No win dyin, push whatever's bad back in 

And that grin's there is through first, place taste beautiful 

A cookie for the straightest faces, spilled milk's funeral 

Snoopin through the junk for a tall glass to tip it in 

Shootin at his feet only tryin to see what he steppin in 

So far just the street, at least makin use of the weapon hand 

No promise to keep a set force in the mode of guess again 

Food stuck in the bristles, every brush with death tickles 

'Round the mouth the whistle creation of birth in the middle 

When the pistol swivel towards the sunny spot he chose to sit in 

Holding hands up, flashin a joy buzzer, just kiddin 

Then a spark and a single shot that start the face sinkin 

Caught the bullseye blinkin, thought of that usin thinkin 



[Chorus:] 

Get rich or try dyin, life for the buyin 

Out went the beatin hearts and in went the diamonds 

Brown when the bleeding starts and green cause it's shinin 

Here's to the late great man who left smilin 

What a guy - he never died while he was alive 

Slap him five - he never died while he was alive 

Say goodbye - he never died while he was alive 

Six million ways, never gave one a try 



"Dig for the golllld, dig for the gollld 

Diiiig, for the gold 

I'll be a rich man in China, b-b-b-before I grow old" 



[Despot:] 

Here lies the hair that he split from temptations 

And the gun still blazin, how's that for patience? 

Hammer clappin off, another story for the ages 

Snuff dug up snug in the backs of the turned pages 

like, "Move or the chapter that you're standin in gets it~!" 

For the record he only did it to teach a lesson 

So hang your hat on the bullet sleepin take it as a blessin 

That chalk outline is stretchin big so everyone can get in 

Listen for the best and discover the fastest way to quiet 

Tune in to that terrible screamin they call silent 

'Til heaven's tremblin hand is there to scratch open your eyes 

This nickel pitched between the fingers find today's lottery prizes 

Scrapin up shotty is how you fight it's for the feedin frenzy 

Tripped over a treasure chest while in hot pursuit of a penny 

The shy [edit] shoppin cart chock full of that new alchemy 

Tin cans to paper and he dragged it off happily 



[Chorus] 



[Despot:] 

Caught a shiny glint and thought he finally hit luck 

Then a snake in the garden jumped out that can of mixed nuts 

Snap it shut quick enough and show it how to lick {cunt} 

Short end of the stick taped to somethin big, still tough 

One man's garbage is another man's big bluff 

Dog got a new hold, opportunity's been stuck 

And he's blue from the wrist up, huntin that stubborn payload 

Holdin breaths for Jack, caught on the wrong end of the rainbow 

Thumb in the goldrush with the ring flipped so the name shows 

Other four fingers crossed hard enough to break bones 

Sharp enough to stay gold, claim a chunk for free 

Now it's hundreds of the same stone worth its weight in debris 

But at least he gets to say he chipped away and got a piece 

Before he figured out there's ones about, there's nothin here to see 

But I still poke it, every X next to a tree 

So you probably know the words a little better than me 



[repeat to fade:] 

"Dig for the golllld, dig for the gollld 

Diiiig, for the gold 

I'll be a rich man in China, b-b-b-before I grow old"
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