"Sweet Relief" lyrics

Feed the czar
I need a job
Kill the poor, give me money
Salary
The sweet relief
Kill the poor, give me money
Feed my soul
I need a job

And if the money is easy
He'll help you rise to the top
While he's buried in a deep brown hole
We'll do as we're told

And if you wanted a sales guy
He'll be your fantasy
Capitalize it baby
He's flecks above

And if the money is easy
He'll give the profits to you
Well you might even think he's dead
Glory hole in the new

Do you like how I see you?
We're jaws without ease [?]
Would you like me to dance for you?
Can you spare any change?

Kill the poor, give me money

[?]

Feed the czar
Feed the czar

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