Shitloads of Money

Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45

Louis says he's got a headache

I look in his eyes, and I believe him

The big L.K.'s and the gangster disciples

Louis can't think of who else could take over, but he just can't

Get up in the morning

A genuine face, braced for survival...

It's nice to be liked

But it's better by far to get paid

I know that most of the friends that I have don't really see it

That way

But if you can give 'em each one wish

How much do you wanna bet?

They'd which success for themselves and their friends and

That would include lots of money

Don't know how many times you were stuck in the morning

You just couldn't move, though you mother was calling

You know what you need

Is a Lotto revival

A train flashes by and you're lost in a spiral...

Take the train on up to the zoo, don't look back

On what you've been through

Cause everyone's got a Monday...

It looks like shit and must be America

It burns so quick, so it must be America

We all need a shitload of M-O-N-E-Y, money