In game-show purgatory, we're all just dying for a laugh 
Watch your boy practice presidential looks, top of his 
class 
What's darker, streets or airwaves pregnant with rumors 
of rewards? 
If you're terminally bored, fall in behind the motorcade 
and lock your doors 
Mother Money, your dreams came true today Slaughterhouse 
country offers up her favorite son 
Who cares why anything gets done, get something done! 
A moral gerrymander? 
bracing for the dark side of the holiday they're saving 
for 
Mother Money, your dreams came true today 
United we stand for unity, believe and believe in 
believability, so don't touch the machinery, and don't 
lean on the scenery 
Get used to waiting, if what you're after's laughing last 
At least here laughter's endlessly broadcast 
Get what you see, all mask behind the masks behind the 
masks for Mother Money