Epstein’s Island

Everybody knew, everyone could see
If you were on that island
There was no secrecy
But money buys immunity
Money buys impunity
Money buys redaction
Money buys distraction
Satisfaction of your vilest desires
There will always be suppliers
And all this one requires
As he conspires with your weakness
Is your secrets
Is your meekness
Is your trust me, love me
My best friend Jeffrey
Supplier of debauchery
And girls in the minority
Offered for free
Or offered for a fee
Paid in insider dealing
Pain in inner circle feeling
Paid in the squealing
Blood congealing
Ceiling of society
Where money makes the world go round
Money brings hers tumbling down
Money gives the prince a crown
Money makes the law rebound
Money runs the truth aground
Money makes it all allowed
Money draws the party crowd
Take the grist that’s on the list
And burn it to the ground

I’m on my way to Epstein’s Island
I ain’t on the Lolita Express
I’ve got a can of petrol and a box of matches
And I’m gonna make a mess

When it’s burned to the ground
We can put a fence around
And put everyone on Jeffrey’s list
There to subsist
They won’t be missed

Then we’ll go to Mar-a-Lago
And throw open the doors
Free golf for all the people
Melania giving guided tours

We can shit on golden thrones
Make calls on golden phones
The gold shit that he owns
Now in occupied golden homes

Then SpaceX what the heck
Let’s all go to Mars
When we get back we can all go wild
In battery-operated cars

I’m on my way to Epstein’s Island
I ain’t on the Lolita Express
I’ve got a can of petrol and a box of matches
And I’m gonna make a mess

When it’s burned to the ground
We can put a fence around
And put everyone on Jeffrey’s list
There to subsist
They won’t be missed