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I want to be your man I want to be your s- I want to be your man I want to be your savage good boy I want to take care of you When everybody’s gone Want you to be the one that I come home to The one that’s up waiting I want to make the money 'til there's no more to be made And we will be so wealthy I'm absolved from questioning That all my bad behavior was just a necessary strain They're the stakes in the race to win I've got a five year plan I've got a pension and six condos A billion dollar bunker for two And when the city's underwater I will wine and dine you in the hollows On a surplus of freeze dried food I want to make the money 'til there's no more to be made And as the last ones standing we'll be tasked to repopulate And as you rear our children, know it's the necessary strain They're the stakes in a race to live From Letras Mania