These Are the Plutocrats

by Wet Dentist

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this EP takes place in the future, so that makes it kinda science fiction.

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released January 25, 2015

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Wet Dentist Bethlehem

Wet Dentist makes electro-based music in Bethlehem, PA USA. Free downloads (or pay what you want) of over a decade's worth of discography. Not for the feint of heart.

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Track Name: Spare No Cost for the Time Machine
SPARE NO COST FOR THE TIME MACHINE

[DISCLAIMER: none of the ideas expressed on this album
are those that are held by Wet Dentist]

My words are better than your words, no matter what you say.
My air's more pure than yours is; you might as well breathe clay.
I'm looking back in time. Pyramids climb to the sky.
I say, look at Egypt right now, I mean, come on, really.
Parts are like a Soviet gulag circa Stalin when the pictures were so cool.
If someone collapses, just toss him. "No person, no problem."

Red and yellow, black and white.
The lack of factors getting in our way,
and so many advances that favor us,
we'd be fools not to take advantage;
we will be gods on Earth.
And we will spare no cost for the time machine.

It's our chance now to be eternal,
make them all pay dearly to get us there.
The decades spent activating our plans
could not have begun at a better time.
Look at Soviet Russia: their memory's a joke.
You know if the South had television,
this all wouldn't have taken so long.
There wouldn't have been no 20th Century,
but then I wouldn't have had my hiphop.
My God, the music would be terrible.

Red and yellow, black and white.
The lack of factors getting in our way,
and so many advances that favor us,
we'd be fools not to take advantage;
we will be gods on Earth.
Why are you looking at me that way?
And we would spare no cost for the time machine.
Track Name: Have Them Fight Our War Here for Us
Have Them Fight Our War Here for Us


We will run ad blitzes; I got them all worked out.
In a nutshell, they'll shout
"you don't have to be one of these dregs.
Meet with us on your street corner at dusk.
You'll like it when you get a check.
Just 3 day weeks, you won't want to sleep.
Under the table quick tax-free cash.

CH: We pick up thugs in trucks and train them,
give'm a bump of meth and a weapon.
But when the dawn arises, contractors
under the labor laws of Indonesia.

Don't even think I haven't met with some of their superiors in middle management
along with their language translators. They are a blunt and icy-hot cold lot,
brutal on one hand, but still all afraid for themselves on the other,
as it should be; it's what works.

The number of neighborhoods to penetrate is irrelevant.
Overtime pay will be kept to a minimum.
We got the labor laws of Indonesia coupled with our plans for after dark.
We see an endless supply of applicants, and frankly,
there aren't enough people on the other side that are still allowed to vote.
And we can all see how that sucks for them.

CH. We pick up thugs in trucks and train them,
give'm a bump of meth and a weapon.
But when the dawn arises, contractors
under the labor laws of Indonesia.

Our company's administrative prowess has proved domineeringly great
to many corporate/state amalgamations worldwide.
We have overseen some of the most transformational awakenings of true unhindered liberty
at a fraction of our competitions' costs.

BR: We're gonna have them fight our war here for us.
We feel this business model can sustain itself with high yields for the long term.
We have divisions abroad.

We will offer applicants a deal on hot water.
Chicks'll dig their hot water.

CH. We pick up thugs in trucks and train them,
give'm a bump of meth and a weapon.
But when the dawn arises, contractors
under the labor laws of Indonesia.
Track Name: Seize Them
Seize Them


Guards, seize them, for that what they've done.
I will pick apart their loved ones' lives,
but bring them to me first, unbroken and conscious.
You deploy some insect drones; you know where to send them.
Notify the senator. There's gonna be some corpses.
Get your education on.
And then I'm gonna buy another island . . .
because I love my wife.

CH: And you know Timbaland's gonna be playing at the gala.
So many helicopters gotta land nearby the stage somehow.
We will be armed to the teeth, and the landing pad's fortified.
No strays get away, they will be chased down by dogs.

Fetch me my Presidential Medal and a chalice full of beaujolais,
and get me my general because I demand an update.
I told my guards to seize them, unbroken and conscious.
Hack into the histories of their IP addresses,
insert some instances, tip a neighbor off,
because I want answers before I leave at five.
Because then I'm gonna buy another island . . .

CH: And you know Timbaland's gonna be playing at the gala.
And all who attend will surely keep their eyes on the servants.
You poor people all look the same to me; don't care what color you are.
You look like someone we're gonna arrest on TV.

We have the Senate, we have the banks,
an invading force of millions of Iraqis and Indonesians,
immaculately trained, twice as brutal and ten times as cheap.
So you tell my guards to seize them. I got places to be.
I'm thinking like Caligula right now.
Track Name: Who I Am
WHO I AM


The poors are paranoid.
There's a goodness in that.
It keeps them occupied
when my men aren't around.
When my men aren't around,
the poors are paranoid.
They meet in secret places
and keep on mentioning me.

CH: So they can feel a little bit better.
So they can seem a little bit better
amongst those dregs the next day
telling them they'd better soon join them.
Amongst those dregs the next day
screaming at them "You are doomed."

And I love the best
when I holographic-stream
some guy protest at my men
"Don't you know who I am?
There are people under me.
You must've seen them or have record of it.

CH. Because you need to feel even better."

I'm up in my helicopter.
The ocean's boring for just a few hours.
Got an invitation from this man.
Don't remember his name
but I get to see Timbaland.

Only once I had to use that:
the don't-you-know-who-I-am.
It didn't work; I was a captive with a gun at my head.
The one they used to call "the Caesar"
had a feeling about me
right then and right there.
That was it. That was the last time.

Right there and right then,
the Caesar knew I was better.
I threw it down on the cardboard.
I threw it down on the street.

And I love the best
when I holographic-stream
some guy protest at my men
"Don't you know who I am?"