Dollar $tore (Live)

[Verse 1]

You love to taste it

Dirty mind

You're sick and twisted

Appetite

I'll do yours, if you do mine

[Verse 2]

Everyone folds for the dollar

You sold your soul

And everyone you know

For the dollar

White collar style stick up

[Verse 3]

Oh, twisted brother

Blow kisses

Ripped off distant daughter

I collect souls, I collect

I collect souls, I collect

Oh, retail Jesus

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

I've been banging on your door

Open up before I burn shit down

[Verse 4]

Evil urges

Angels may shield their eyes

I will climb

Voices wailing

"It's all about the money babe"

[Outro]

You can run, you can hide it all

In a mattress on the second floor (second floor, second floor, second floor)

Save it up just to spit it back out

Gold teeth in a rotten mouth (rotten mouth, rotten mouth, rotten mouth)

I am your credit card debt collector

Slot machine queen, cigarette protector

Pyramid scheme with a devil investor

Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get you