Lyrics:

Wall Street jumps in the Hudson
With gold in their bathing suits
Then we send in the miracle fairies
That's all we do
Want to give a withering speech to the fucked
Want to give a withering speech to the fucked
We had beautiful views of the
Weather coming for us
We'll dive in with the sin-eaters
While they suck it all up
Want to give a withering speech to the fucked
Want to give a withering speech to the fucked
Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault
Save my young white neck, it ain't my fault