| Blizzard Workers Share Salaries in Revolt Over Wage Disparities It’s too much to do on my own My friends I need you now I’m sorry that I wrecked that tour for us Drugs, left me freaking out on the bus Snapping into Slim Jims Out to save some souls If I can’t do my job My god, what am I even here for I want to be back in the van Where evil never wouldn’t or couldn’t or should ever understand Back in the van It’s saving, with their outrageous grandstand |
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| This entrepreneur convinced investors to pour $1m each into a brand-new town Thank you, thank you, thank you you’re far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you you’re far too kind Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors I’ll handle mines Hovi Baby |
| ‘The Biggest Bluff,’ Maria Konnikova: An Excerpt I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong To crash the critics saying, “is it right or is it wrong?” If only fame had an IV, baby could I bear Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause |
| Confessions of An Unredeemed Fan Manowar Manowar living on the road When we’re in town speakers explode We don’t attract wimps ’cause we’re too loud Just true metal people that’s Manowar’s crowd They want to keep us down But they can’t last We always will Other bands play Manowar kill Other bands play Manowar kill We like it hard, we like it fast We got the biggest amps, man they blast True metal people want to rock not pose Wearin’ jeans and leather, not cracker jack clothes |
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