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So take the boy to the back, cover up his ears We got some dirty little secrets we don't want him to hear In this business, you don't question someones wealth We'll chain him to the bed so he won't run away Then we take the piggy bank and cash it in on our way So chase your dreams and never let them go (down here) Decoration, decoration Decoration, decoration But you can kick it in the back, make it all go away Take some pills for the pain and throw your voice away Someone else is paid to write the hits Letras de cancionesSo you can talk until you're rich, until your cheek bones hurt And then a little baby tuck to make sure you still work It's all about the pointless perks that we all pay for to pay for ourselves... Decoration, decoration Decoration, decoration Decoration, decoration Decoration, decoration From Letras Mania