The Brokedowns - Keep Branson Weird lyrics

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The Brokedowns - Keep Branson Weird lyrics

There’s nothing new in this town, there’s nothing to do in this town There’s even less these days since you ain’t around And the busy city streets now just make cemetery sounds There’s a dustbowl where there once was fertile ground It’s coated with roaches wet dreams They soaked themselves right through their high thread count sheets Rats will lead the fleas right to the people, veins always find a leach To join arm and arm in harmony to sing Our business is divine the parasite lord salivates Failure relies on your compliance and my how you accommodate Our business is good Our business is the vine that nourishes the poison grapes Now that you’ve drank down all the wine Come join us in the f**ed refrain Our business is good Our business is, Our business is failure and business is great