Cash

Is this the part where I'm supposed to seem grateful
You're taking me for a ride
Talk in circles from which I won't escape til
Another one of us die

Pay
Me

Such a small and arrogant man
He's the king bullshitter
Patron saint of conceit
And a material worshipper

Trash begat trash that begot me
The dying son of a bastard's breed
No need to trek down memory lane
That's not my fucking name
Old man

I wish it was you on the underside
Hot metal and the subsequent ambulance ride
I wish it was you on the underside
The machines and the helicopter flight

I wish it was you on the other side
So I step in line