She was my god-damn enemy and my aussie-aussie can-can,
Living in between the sheets is so sweet,
Have I got something for you? 
Living for my two dollar two

Now truly in a neck brace,
Can I get a new face?
I like it when girls got money to burn,
Let me show what I gotta go through
Living for my two dollar two!

Come on!

I’m standing in line hearing a voice I must obey,
I’m standing in line waiting for money,
I’m standing in line waiting for my boss to say ‘okay’,
I’m standing in line waiting for money!

Now point me to the high, skipping your blah-lah,
Make me your bitch if it makes you rich,
Watching my city burn down,
Living through  a twenty dollar clown

Tell me (?) now, now, show ‘em how,
Like a lady who knows what my thing is for,
Do I really need to hear anymore?
Let me for my four dollar four

Come on!

I’m standing in line hearing a voice I must obey,
I’m standing in line waiting for money,
I’m standing in line waiting for my boss to say ‘okay’,
I’m standing in line waiting for money!

Hey!
Ay!

And I won’t panic if you won’t panic,
And if you get ticket, don’t pay the fine,
Satanic mechanic in the mid-Atlantic 
Making drippy-droppy in a Chilean coal mine

Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah

Now we can make the sun rise, shaking off fruit-flies,
Sitting in the corner, watching dirty flicks,
Do you really wanna be in the mix?
Let me for my six sixty-six!

I’m laying at train-track, have a snack attack,
Five Pakistanis walking in back,
Cooking on a dirty, dirty grill,
Give ‘em all a twenty-dollar bill

It’s coming back up
Hey
It’s coming back up
Hey

I’m rolling on dimes, hoping my debts will go away,
I’m singing good times to make some money
Hey-ey
I’m hanging with mimes,
Now I learnt to talk a different way,
I’m cutting in lines and win a new game,
Shifting the blame,
Say, what’s my name?
I make the bluest flame

No