How do I get this album off my phone?
Fucking U2 who do they think they are?
How dare they come to me when I'm alone,
And jump out of the speakers in my car.
We've all got something that we want to sell,
So did they have to pay to get that done?
It brings to mind corruption and the smell
Of wealthy men who wish the poor had fun,
Who want to show the world how much they care,
And want to make sure everyone can see
That charity begins when people share
And there's no end to generosity.
Millionaires who work sometimes pro bono
Fuck your songs and get them off my phono.
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