Capital Gains

You can find me on the side of a road

That used to be a river

Taking money and advice

From a strung out indian giver

Yeah, the paper in my hand

Is worth more than its weight in anything

You better pony up, boy

And start paying those capital gains

Capital gains

Yeah, i've seen the white girls

Deliver what a brother needs

But the one hand's copping a feel

While the other bleeds

You can promise the moon and the stars

To an uptown dame

But when the chips hit the table

You'll be paying those capital gains

Capital gains

You can find my be down by the road

Capital gains