CREDITS: Directed, shot, and edited by Caity Krone Creative Direction by Jake Hirshland and Joe Keery Music: "Mr. Mountebank" by Djo Titles by: Grant Prettyman Featuring the members of Djo and Post Animal
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LYRICS: Climb fast, money talks Then, they wanna sell you on what you're all about Blow it up, never fail Each cut bigger, my little man
Dark hairs tire easily Once they peel the skin back, let 'em see Not afraid, not for sale Long game, class acts never fail
So pay me my money, I met the reprobate Lifted my life and still can't concentrate Is a weasel my friend or Mr. Mountebank? Check the literature before you calculate
Gotta swallow that water before the high can drate Share the benefit, then the eyes can take Show your family that the heart can ache Wait your turn, the gifts, the time it takes, mmm
Big man, who are you? Are you gonna do what they tell you to? Frame up, televise Burnt out brother in his mother's eyes
Back home in your sweater vest Do you have regret, boy? Let it rest One tear from your eye Rip another lie, let the piggies fly
Yeah, if you climb fast, yeah, money talks Then, they wanna sell you on what you're all about Blow it up, never fail Each cut bigger, my little man
Dark hairs tire easily Once they peel the skin back, let 'em see Not afraid, not for sale Long game, class acts never fail
So shocked that water, these tired dogs can't wait Pass that paper, my big head needs a break Rats can't hack it until the trash is out Now my ears are burning, that last line spoke to me loud
Is the big life lucky? Yeah, is that what you want? Are the crusts cut, buddy? Complain, yeah, things are too hard? Does the gold spoon do it the same, or was silver enough? Can a brick wall listen because I've heard the chap chuff? It's too much (huh)
Climb fast, money talks Then, they wanna sell you on what you're all about Blow it up, never fail Each cut bigger, my little man
Dark hairs tire easily Once they peel the skin back, let 'em see Not afraid, not for sale Long game, class acts never fail
Cast it out, fade away Wish that I could wish my little wish away (no) Tap out for you, but it's takin' everything right outta me In a way, who's the cuck? If I watch a good thing getting fucked Washed out glory hole, piss pot feeling like a jelly roll
What you do you want from me? Don't count money, the change is on your plate Things were always heavy when things didn't go your way And you won't forget me when I move away
Bet you won't forget the way I drove back home When you were cryin', even though you were wrong I was there to comfort you with all respect gone Haven't seen you again, I guess that's our swan song, mmm
