Made Of Money
(demo)

You think that I'm made of money
You've got something coming honey
This ain't no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna beg around

You like all those big fancy cars
Trendy people and their wine bars
But your lying will leave its scars
Get around, get on your horse

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna get around

You think that I'm made of readies
That makes me choke on my Shreddies
I may smile and act so funny
But this boy is not a dummy

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna beg around

So marriages are made in heaven
So what the hell happened to mine?
Marriages are made in heaven
So what the hell happened to mine?

You're gonna get around
You're gonna beg around

 

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