Money In The Bank lyrics

Song information

Artist: One Man Army
Album: Dead End Stories

Lyrics

From the suburbs to the piers
I found an anchor to hold me here
A slice of the rich upper crust
All the while maintaining their trust
The indignities of the poor and the social elite
I suffer each and every day
As I count what I've taken

They trust me with every dime
And even pay me for my time
As the cars keep rolling in
I thank god for an easy way out
A way they know nothing about
As the cars keep rolling in

A punk is what they see
They'll never relate to me
I don't care for the finer things
And I sure as fuck don't need them
The smug upper class
Looking to write off one more tax
They're going nowhere fast
As I take their hard earned cash

They trust me with every dime
And even pay me for my time
As the cars keep rolling in
I thank god for an easy way out
A way they know nothing about
As the cars keep rolling in

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"Dead End Stories" album track list