If You’re an Egalitarian, How Come You’re So Rich? [Edit] lyrics

[spoken]
“I’ve always wondered how unlikely it was that on the night of April 14, 1912, a dot as small as the Titanic would sail straight into a dot as small as an iceberg inside a largely empty sea—meeting only as a scrape that allowed the ship to sink slowly enough for a three-hour epic film.”

I think I’m nothin’
I reduce my name and face to a “conceptual unity”
I’m G. A. Cohen
I think I’m “depth” carried by meaning’s ineffable mutinies…

Respect to the G!
(“And respect to the Jesus”)
Respect to the high!
(“C.? I’ll know power when I see it”)
The “lottеry of birth” is the haze of our existеnce
Is the unknown that surrounds us (“We” is all our resistance)
Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” has like this…
“Otherworldly” quality
Resist Her memory to resist…
Earthly equality

(Boom!)
There goes the Fifth of July at midnight!
In the middle of a godless Atlantic
(Boom!)
And nary ’nother iceberg in sight!
Futility predicted the wreck of the Titan
(Boom!)
Tell me, how’d God heave into your heaviest sighs?
Scrapers were erected for lesser men (than Colson Lin)
(Boom!)
Tell me, how all those Ivies scraped the sky
Ayn—flail those legs open for “reasons gigantic”…
“Word is God”
John 1:1
And you had the gall, Rand
And you had a ball

I think I’m floatin’
I reduce my arrogance to a pride for all that Y signifies…
“Male self-respect”? I embody
I’m the dignity of bein’ an authentic power made dignified

Respect to the G!
(“And respect to the Jesus”)
And respect to the night
(“Oh, I’ll know sharin’ when I see it!”)
Broken eggs, broken eggheads
Chop chop chop
I’ll fry all your Whoppers
George Orwell’s 1984 has like this…
“Here-and-now” quality?
Resist Orwell’s memory to resist
(Yup? You heard him)
Our equality

(Boom!)
There goes the Fifth of July at midnight! (’smy birthday!)
In the middle of a loveless romantic
(Boom!)
And nary a second prophet in sight!
Futility predicted the wreck of the Titanic
(Boom!)
Tell me how God hulled into your freight?
Shipyards were scrapped for lesser sins (than Mitch and Jim)
(Boom!)
Tell me, how your Ivies smeared across our sky?
Ayn, flail those legs open for John’s might!
“Word is God”
John 1:1
And you had ’em all, Rand!
You had fools stanned

Postmodernity’s a ship!
(And nothin’ moves waves like the crack of a whip)
And you and I, we’re just passengers
(Oh, I hear self-righteousness’s rearin’ to let us all rip)
Rock ’n roll you around like we’re already steady
(I think I’m average?) (I think I’m Ray)
I reduce what I carry to a conceptual unity
(I think I’m typical?) (Madonna lights up my name)
I’m forgiveness carried by all that’s forgivable

Our respect for anyone?
Mothered by reason!
As stabilized into our
Havin’ any respect for anyone at all!
(“I respect what I respect!”)

I’m G. A. Cohen!
I can’t relate
(To desperation…)
Oh, I’m a blue G.O.A.T. bemoanin’…
Those without the self-respect
Of sincerity
(Or the self-respect of egalitarianism…)
John Galt, come gilt
Yet another gold-withered
Galted Age
End Times? Clowns wilt
I declare “Jim” John Galt’s pity-lovin’
Manipulative rage
I’m this rich
To keep my soul alive
Since my soul dies
If I’m less rich than this

Respect to the G!
“And respect to the Jesus…”
Respect to the sky
“Oh? I call balls and strikes as I see it” (shrugs)
B-b-b-broken eggs? Broken eggheads
Chop chop chop
This orange’s a chopper!
Squeezin’ lemons into lemonade
Notice all my meanings be readymade?
The lottery of birth is (Blow!)
The haze of all-that-exist’s non-existence
Dei is a prophet from Disco Elysium
(Come meet Nabokov’s Dolores)

(Boom!)
There goes the Fifth of July night…
In the middle of an ice-cold slow-motion
(Boom!)
And nary a second iceberg in sight…
Futility predicted the majesty of Her ocean!
(Boom!)
Tell me, how did “The Second Coming” sink into your freight?
Statues were erected for crueler men
(Boom!)
How did W. B. Yeats manage to scrape the sky?
Ayn, flail those legs open for an alien might…

And you had the gall, Rand
Oh, you had guilt Galt
(You can be a not-special person
Yet still want to be rich…)

Here comes a candle
To light you to bed
(You can be a not-special person
Yet still not be that b*tch…)