Bet you think there's gold
Underneath his feet
Wonder if you're proud
It's his turn to speak

Can you see the picture
Is it clear enough
Or shall I boot up Photoshop
How 'bout I touch it up

Hope you're confident
I know you're feeling set
When things start to pop off
I wonder where you'll stand

Maybe it seemed fly
To build a fucking wall
I guess you could just hang yourself
A favor for one and all

I guess you want to let the wealth win
Too much sleeping by the mirror
Look what you let happen

I guess you're looking for a captain
Looking to a figure with his mind on the backspin
What on Earth you think is gonna fuckin' happen
Cleaning up the mess with some fast food napkins
When the game begins
I wish you good luck
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Good luck