Well you've got everthing that you could possilby
need. You've got your fast red car. You've got
your lines of speed. You've got an office of your
own and your fax machine and lots of tacky clothes
for when you make that scene. You've got some
famous friends that owe you lots of bucks. You
know you've got your complaints about how it's all
such a rut and when you go to sleep, down in your
big round bed, you've got your visions of dollar
signs dancing in your head. Cruising the clubs
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sweaty little hands and we'll go round and round
searching for the latest thing to make the little
girls wet and the cash registers ring and we got
lots of bands and we got lots of friends and we
got lots of power to shape the latest trends so
won't you come on down and sell your soul to me
'cuz though I know you're naive you didn't think
this was free, did you? "You've got, what I want,
it's blood."