Flat Broke
Verse:
Sometimes life is all about just making money
And the pressure builds and presses harder monthly
It all seems to lead and pull toward your destruction
And all you can do is yell and cry and struggle
And you know you….you spent your only dollar So you can get drunk as not to think about it And you know, some little bitch will call his lawyer But you just don’t care, his yard becomes your toilet
Chorus:
Money, it’s nice when you have some but I don’t
Money, It’s the knife that's gonna cut my throat
Verse:
Here’s some shit that you can go and think about
While I lose my car and mind savings account
People work 2 jobs but still can lose their house
So some bastard can pad his expense account
That’s bullshit….If I had my plan That man, would get a foot right up his ass So that, I could take his cash But instead I’ll just eat spam right out the frying pan
Chorus:
Verse:
So now I feel bad, because it’s been so many years with this job I had
But I still must pay my bills with money from my dad
And that’s sad so I snap and stab and kill my boss with a knife in his back
And now I’m in my cell on death row
Because my lawyer didn’t have no skills
So soon I’ll die and go to hell
Cause money is the thing that makes the world go