Текст песни

I keep my money in the palm of my hand
I got the feeling I'll be using again
I can't decide if I want money or friends
I killed my brother because he knows who I am

If you're making money better make up your mind
Because you could be living off the system's dime
If you're making money then you're wasting your time
Because you could be living off the system's dime

I wake up empty with my thoughts erased
I use those pliers to pull off my face
So if you see me then try not to scream
Because this is nothing but a bad dream.
If you're making money better make up your mind
Because you could be living off the system's dime
If you're making money then you're wasting your time
Because you could be living off the system's dime

No I don't care, if this is your apartment.
Smells like burnt hair, mixed with an Olive Garden.
If you're making money better make up your mind
Because you could be living off the system's dime
If you're making money then you're wasting your time
Because you could be living off the system's dime