(Die)
I let gonna die
I got the money now I can't complain
I let gonna die, but not right now
Too messed up to sit and settle down
(All right)
I'm gonna die all right
Heavy morals seem so light
(All right)
Publisher: SONGS AND STORIES PUBLISHING
(All right)
Hey I lost the money seems like I can't comprehend it
(Die)
(Die)
But when it comes to cash
I filled my pockets now I might as well
I filled my pockets now I might as well
Filed my account 'cause I might in fact
(Die)
Yeah why don't you do the same?
Thank you Mr. CEO
Filed my account 'cause I might in fact
Except the tics won't go away oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
I filled my pockets now I might as well
But I rely on science, yeah to bring me back
But when it comes to cash
Filed my account 'cause I might in fact
Heavy morals seem so light
I'm gonna die all right
Yeah they gave me a paper and I went ahead and penned it
(All right)
'Cause I found the back door out of teenage hell
Yeah I had a body made with knives wanted to lend it
Yeah I got a hole in my head gotta, gotta mend it
(Die)
I let gonna die
(All right)
Songwriter: Randy Fitzsimmons
(Die)
Hey I've got some money and tonight I'm gonna spend it
Too messed up to even mess around
(All right)
But I rely on science, yeah to bring me back
Sold my body to the company so I got the money now away I go
Hey I've got a message and tonight I'm gonna send it
'Cause I found the back door out of teenage hell
And I say thank you Mr. CEO
I found the back door out of teenage hell
But I rely on science, yeah to bring me back
That's why your smiling Mr. CEO
And the way I feel tonight is gonna make me die all right