We love the smell of sweet success
Gets us every town
s us right through the cheek, like bait through a fishing line.
We are the vultures circling,
To sweep down to surprise
And when we come back up again, we come up with prize.
We'll be back when the money's right
Right back when the money's right.
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Oh that scent, we love that cent.
Oh that scent, we love that cent
Oh that scent, we love that cent
Oh that scent, we love that cent
We are the swarm of the buzzing flies,
Drawn out by the rot.
Climbs out up to passers by screaming "give us what you got!"
We keep coming back to the same place,
Like thieves after the crime.
We circle in and out of jail just to collect a dime.
We'll be back when the money's right
Right back when the money's right.
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