I wanna be your man I wanna be your savage good boy I wanna take care of you When everybody's gone Want you to be the one that I come home to The one that's up waiting I wanna make the money 'til there's no more to be made And we will be so wealthy, I'm absolved from questioning That all my bad behavior was just a necessary strain They're the stakes in the race to win ♪ I've got a five-year plan I've got a pension and six condos A billion-dollar bunker for two And when the city's underwater I will wine and dine you in the hollows On a surplus of freeze-dried food I wanna make the money 'til there's no more to be made And as the last ones standing, we'll be tasked to repopulate And as you rear our children, know it's the necessary strain They're the stakes in a race to live