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Yeah, Decency, she done left our home
On her rollerskates
So I guess she’s pretty far gone.
Left me with my greed
To answer for my own,
For how could a deadened sense
Tell right from wrong?

So thanks for nothing, I ain’t feeling the magic
Kinda comic how I got tragic
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
What do you give someone who has it all?

More, just to be sure–
I got what I wanted so naturally, I want more,
What I paid for; entertain me now,
All I want is more, ’cause I like it
Too good to let it go, keep it coming
‘Cause I want more ’cause I’m not sure
What I really wanted, suffice to say I want more

Yeah, Modesty, her rule now overthrown,
Packed her teddybear, so as not to go alone
Left me with my pride to live beneath a stone
For how could an amputee ever pick a bone?

So tell me something: isn’t this a bit drastic?
My smile is turning to plastic
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
What’s the secret for staying droll?

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You know it isn’t particularly funny;
Killjoy, he walks in just when it’s turning sunny
Killjoy, he lives like it’s all about the money
It’s all about the money, it’s all about the money
It’s all about the money, It’s all about the money.