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? More... 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.
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