In a world where Kim Kardashian pops 35 supplements daily to stay alive while the Mango fashion heir allegedly nudges his billionaire father off a cliff, one truly sees the full spectrum of wellness routines. Over in the political circus, Trump’s magic touch has crowned new senators and miraculously dissolved a hundred-million-dollar tax bill, proving that for the wealthy, consequences are as optional as trousers in a nudist colony. Meanwhile, Israel plotted to install Ahmadinejad because apparently the Middle East needed a villain with even more chaotic energy. It’s all enough to make one cancel that luxury honeymoon to the Maldives—and frankly, who needs prediction markets when reality is already this absurd?
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[Verse 1]
The Maldives called in sapphire tones
Where five Italians sought the unknown
A honeymoon, a coral grave
The ocean does not know the brave
It takes the wealthy and the meek
With equal silence, purely weak
And luxury itineraries
Mean nothing to the hungry seas
[Chorus]
The tide receives what we create
And washes clean the chains of fate
The pipe organ swells, the waters rise
No fortune saves us from the skies
Amen, amen, the waters roll
Collective redemption of the soul
[Verse 2]
The fashion house in mourning stands
A son suspected, dirty hands
A billionaire who fell from grace
While luxury maintained its face
The Senate turns, the players shift
Andy Barr receives the gift
Of endorsement from the golden crown
As McConnell's shadow settles down
[Bridge]
Thirty-five supplements a day
To keep mortality at bay
A mobile scan, a gated wall
Ensuring that we never fall
But all the pills and all the wealth
Cannot preserve your fading health
It merely makes your urine cost
A fortune that the poor have lost
[Chorus]
The tide receives what we create
And washes clean the chains of fate
The pipe organ swells, the waters rise
No fortune saves us from the skies
Amen, amen, the waters roll
Collective redemption of the soul
[Verse 3]
A hundred million vanishes
The I.R.S. on bended knees
Minnesota bans the bet
Predicting doom for what we get
While frozen funds and childish spats
Remind us where the power's at
[Guitar Solo with Pipe Organ]
[Outro]
The tide comes in, the tide goes out
We never know what it's about
Amen, amen
The tide receives us all
The tide receives us all