Dollar $tore - Live

You love to taste it
Do the math, you're sick and twisted
Appetite adios, if you do mine
Everyone falls

For the dollar, you sold your soul
And everyone you know for the dollar
White collars, gals, they got me

Oh, twisted brother, blow kisses
Well, I'm just your daughter
I collect shows, I collect
I collect shows, I collect (hey)
Oh, retail Jesus, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
I'm here banging on your door
Open up before I burn this out

Evil urges
Angels may shield their eyes
I will climb
Voices wailing
It's all about the money, babe

Yeah, you can run, you can hide it up
In a mattress on the second floor (second floor, second floor, second floor)
Save it up, Jesus, put it back up
Go change into Robin mode (Robin mode)
I am your credit card debt collector
Stock machine queen, cigarette protector
Pyramid scheme with the devil investor
Sit up, you're sold 'cause I'm out to get ya



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Tilley, Francois Comtois, Sameer Gadhia, Eric Cannata, Payam Doostzadeh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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