Promised an improved way of life, Remy does everything he can to believe in a new ideology–except the math.
Post Malone parody written and performed by Remy. Video produced by Austin Bragg. Music tracks and mastering by Ben Karlstrom.
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LYRICS
Listened to those leaders so intently
Those Che Guevara shirts all seemed so trendy
Thought that things would be so good and friendly
So why'm I eating my neighbor's dog Benji?
Twenty million killed, sure, that's stuff I don't like
But I could stay on Momma's plan for the rest of my life
A guaranteed job digging ditches? Well, what's not to like?
It's failed miserably each time so trying again seemed wise
Now I'm looting, looting, looting, looting
Grabbing wieners like I'm Kevin Spacey
Told a crowd "we need free markets instead"
Now my neck is no longer attached to my head
They promised things would all be better now, better now
If pure equality was finally found, finally found
Now we're all grocery shopping at the pound, at the pound
Said that we'd have everything
Now we don't have anything
Whoa…
How much plasma are they gonna take?
Before I finally have enough to trade?
For toilet paper or a rodent steak?
I keep on looking back on better days
They promised things would all be better now, better now
If free expression it was not allowed, not allowed
But I just caught my Roomba texting Mao
Said that we'd have everything
Now we don't have anything
They promised things would all be better now, better now
If men with guns took farmers' land and plow, land and plow
Now it's another night of Rat Kung Pao, Rat Kung Pao
Said that we'd have everything
Now we don't have anything
They promised things would all be better now, better now
If we just nationalized oil in the ground, in the ground
Now somehow gasoline can not be found, not be found
Said that we'd have everything
Now we don't have anything
