The Palmer Squares - Stony-Broke lyrics

L[KGB] Pay him. Pay that man his money [George Carlin] All powerful, all perfect, all knowing and all wise Somehow... Just can't handle money! He always needs money! [Verse 1: Acumental] f** a six figure salary I want the glitz and the glam and that'd be making other rich people mad at me Coins and bank notes, your boy will take those I'm trying to turn this pumpkin to a royal stage coach The dollar sign's out of sight, not out of mind So when I spot it on the line I stop on a dime To steal a worm from the early bird's nest yo See me and Term need to learn to burn less dough I'd save it up but times are tough And the truth is that I could really use it sooner People saying money can't buy you love, well I don't want love, I want a new computer, c'mon Somebody throw me a bone Punching numbers like a rotary phone but still I'm broke and alone Got moths in my piggy bank My whip stalls on the interstate Getting ripped off now I litigate The root of all evil causing global debacles Burning holes in my pocket, so I go to McDonalds When there's food in the fridge, you know how stupid that is While these lawyers and employers keep withholding a profit Can't help and debate if it's worth the fee I certainly hate that I basically work for free Exchanging my currency for eighters of purple weed To keep me level-headed in case of emergency My wallet is dry 'til it fall from the sky Nobody defaults on their finance more often than not See we burn it, we spend it, we earn it, we lend it Keeps the world turning, the circle is endless [Hook] Money, it don't grow on a tree branch About to go broke, someone throw me the greenbacks Money, yeah you put it where your mouth is Looking for it underneath the cushions on the couch It's money We could all use a little more To move around from the mall to the liquor store Money, they say it's equal to time The fees and the fines will keep you in line It's called money [Break: Fred Jung] Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust And when you're up, it's never as good as it seems And when you're down, you never think you'll be up again But life goes on [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] I'm unemployed about to graduate They want my family fortune and about every frog skin I have on me They want a portion of your salary Well that's the kind of sh** that's gonna cause you to retaliate But they're the ones with arsenals and cavalries So who's the war between? Right corner corporate greed, the left, a horde of sheep Stop the lies, the profit rises no matter how many cardboard signs you occupy Should have gave half a rat's a** back in math cla** Enslaved to the back tax, flag at half mast My life is straight but it lacks cash White belt up against the sensei with a black sash Big toe pops through the hole in my crew sock Stony broke with no moolah When my ship comes in I'll fold new stacks C-notes in a shoebox Until then I need to get some ends You could bet your bottom ruble That I got a belly full of ramen noodle, and I'm out of luker Call them dollars, call them pesos, yo I call it play-doh Because all I got is small potatoes Pocket full of lint, better get the readies Because it's hell living this sh** skimp, penniless Dreaming of spending them stiff presidents Move from brick tenements to the king's residence Pay the mortgage on the poor house Those who ignore the door mouse lose heads From shore to shore, north south and the middle I can't afford to give you any more than my two cents [Hook]