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There's a casino in New York City Built on a burial ground A casino in New York City Where special interests confound And if you make enough and rake it up and save enough And if you make enough and rake it up and save enough The special interest compounds The interest compounds And you will never ever run out of money If you don't take more than 4 percent The casino will keep on paying you That special interest I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I don't get it but I'm gonna get some I don't get it but I'm gonna get me some It shouldn't work, but I shouldn't either Give me some of that passive income I'm telling you: I've run the numbers And I got straight As in B-school It shouldn't work, but I shouldn't either And I don't need to be here anymore I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I don't trust the inventions of men I don't trust the inventions of men I'm writing this song on a plane I'm singing it into a phone on a plane So I'll have it when we land I don't trust the inventions of man I don't get why you so mad, bro The world works just the way you want it You got your casino in New York City It keeps on paying you them pretty pennies They charge a little interest and fees The land was bought for a handful of beads They needed a place to buy and sell humans They needed a place to buy and sell humans All just so one day you could live off the interest I know you're counting on that 4 percent All just so one day you could live off the interest I know you're counting on that 4 percent Some say they named it for the wall they built After the massacre, as a defense But it's the massacre that was the offense And I, too, am counting on that 4 percent I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I don't understand how the world works I'm afraid of Americans And I don't trust Lou to tell me what Sister Ray says I don't trust the inventions of men I don't trust the conventions of men I'm singing this into a phone on a plane The lady next to me thinks I'm insane But I got a window seat And she's in the middle