The Dollar

I walk the streets to see a homeless man

With his outstretched hands

You know he want somethin' to eat

Or maybe another bag of meth for his head

But he want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar

On my way home, I like to go past

All the nice neighborhoods

See all the big houses

Costs money everywhere

And I want the dollar, the dollar, the dollar

Ooh, it's my lucky day

Now that I can chase that man away

I feel like I can do anything

Oh

Ooh, it's my lucky day

Now that I can chase that man away

I feel like I can do anything

Now that I can buy everything

Gave back my soul, so fresh, so clean

Smiling those pearly whites

Then waited till I was fast asleep

To rob me in the middle of the night

For the dollar, a dollar, that dollar

With a little bit of money in one hand

Contract in the other

He wanted it so bad

He'd enslave his own brother

For the dollar, a dollar, the dollar, yeah

Ooh, it's my lucky day

Now that I can chase that man away

I feel like I can do anything

Now that I can buy everything

Ooh, it's my lucky day

Now that I can chase that man away

I feel like I can do anything

Yeah, your life has no meaning at all

And it's all set up for you to fall

That'll make you believe

Oh, don't you believe it, no, no

Yeah, your life has no meaning at all

And it's all set up for you to fall

Why don't you believe it

Man, don't you believe it, no, no, yeah