Eyedea
How Much Do You Pay?
No one really understands the experience that change livesThat pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic wasteSo most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatlypainted on a robotic faceBut not this man, he played the bucket with his handsAnd got paid but it was change people dropped in his cantwenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by descriptionBut I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that positionBut I've never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyesAs he blistered fingers paint down on the plasticAnd in a twisted sort of way it all makes senseWhile they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragicHe sits on the corner of 7th and 1stAnd I was thirsty for a question anyone would nurseOne day I asked he why he gave up his careerHe said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" then he addedMake Money and die that's the American WayIt don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you playMake Money and die that's the American WayIt don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you playSo I took in what was said but I didn't accept itWell maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit itI was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now wouldimprove my future existence somehowLetras de cancionesSo I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the streetAnd I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you gatherHe said, to your surprise I make enough to eatAnd I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job mattersHe looked me in my face and told me I was a puppetAnd what I do is no more important than playing a bucketI still hear his voice when I set my alarm before bedI never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goesMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayIt don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you playMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayIt don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you playSee I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctorCarry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copperMaybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of thederanged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgotsurvive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls andcalled your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enoughto spin, consuming the youth ... amp my frenzyWhen I taught my man playing away on his drumSomething clicked in my brain and I became less dumbI'm working for bread crumbsPretending there's a meaningBut my employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately beatingAnd one day, I'll be old and retiredLooking at my life like what a waste of good fireAll because school never taught me how to be inspiredAnd the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn't hireMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayIt don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you playMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayMake Money and die that's the American WayBut hey, here's my application, how much do y'all pay
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