Refreshing bills
To warm the slots in the till
Infernal wheel
That churns the ocean of milk
That long wire is frayed
Don´t shout out proudly that the cash cow´s lame
That proud call is wrong
Don´t scoot by trumpeting the cash cow´s gone

The quantize knob
That drains the beat of all soul
You hapless slob
Go back to sink in your hole
This thing´s going down
Don´t gift-horse gawk it at the cash cow now
Disdainful clown
Don´t go ´round mocking on the cash cow now

And I will offer you a place
In my pavilion
And I must stick close to the grace
Of fifty billion

Smoke in the mouth
Stick in a candy apple
So luminous-
Skinned, but the face is awful
Some cloud unknown
This pinkness creeping as the sun comes low
That long haul, wow,
Don´t go ´round mocking on the cash cow now.