Gatsby's American Dream Lyrics
A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth

Eloise sits, this privileged corpse,
A mundane pace offers no struggle
Denny holds tight,
Chrome death kiss on a platter,
He enters like raid to a hive

What do you want to be?
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Who do you want to be?
Or would you rather die here tonight?
This is just an empty, sickening
mural of cubicles and apparel
Draw business with syringes
A stethoscope can hear the faint ticks, of a 9 to 5
Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
But still you climb, still you
climb, still you climb.