I was asked to stand on the front line
will I never learn how to read signs?
The same mistakes would be taken advantage
Living like a fool near the bread line
Keep your bitty eyes off of my stash
I can tell by the way that you're talking
So stay away from me, stay for life
And see I know what you are
That your favorite taste is sour grape
don't want any part of your bullshit
I've done a thousand more
Now you're saying I owe you a favor
I'm never gonna be somebody
you can count me in on my bando
Your check is in the post,
Don't worry about a thing,
I've done this times before
Just place your trust in me,
And sign on the dotted line,
How many times must we fall,
Sooner or later we must know
You should build a wall and a high fence
Stay with me, stay where I
you're a poor sad bastard
With mind of pain or good
And all you need is money, just money