Letra de Fierce Resource Allocation

Hey, look out! They found an active sect
At the bridge there were another seven ounces
They had one minute left to hide a rope
Find a rope
Tie a rope
Light a rope, EY!
Getting plastered at the census track
Throwing garbage at the census workers
Because they were looking for Samoans
Their tax base is growing
Got pulled over by the
INS
They were jumpy from political pressure
They scrutinized us
Then they waved us through
Waved us past
Waved us on
Waved at us, EY!
We got angry at the census truck
Scattered and brainless, we were cluttering the concrete
With random flyering for market saturation, cool and controlled
To die young
To die fearless
To die with resources
To die with integrity
Pushing out to pass the parking lots
Loaded down with crates of surplus fuel cells
We drained the pennies from our purchase cards
Our credit cards
Our debit cards
Our cash, EY!
We spent our money but we kept your trust
The universal individual attraction
The biological delirious value: we don't weigh the same
We die young
We die fearless
We die with resources
We die with integrity
We die young
and stunned
to die with integrity, integrity
To die young
To die fearless
To die with resources
To die with integrity
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Resources. Resources