i'm all right jack, but keep your hands off of my stack
there are days that i wish
i didn't know the value of a dollar
that i didn't see money moving
as money lost
that i didn't see money used
as money taken
that i was just able to use what was given to me
and be fucking happy.
why do i have to cry every time i get an extra fifty bucks from my folks? why does it kill me inside to attend something as basic as prom or a college tour? why does borrowing a buck or two seem worse than a highway robbery?
and why do i always lie to myself
saying that i want to have such little money when i grow up?
why do i want to put my kids
through the life that has depressed me?
why can't i just be a rich, ignorant bastard
and be content in my destruction of the planet?
why did i have to learn to value a quarter
and sacrifice my own happiness in doing so?
suddenly i envy those whom i used to hate
but why?
i didn't know the value of a dollar
that i didn't see money moving
as money lost
that i didn't see money used
as money taken
that i was just able to use what was given to me
and be fucking happy.
why do i have to cry every time i get an extra fifty bucks from my folks? why does it kill me inside to attend something as basic as prom or a college tour? why does borrowing a buck or two seem worse than a highway robbery?
and why do i always lie to myself
saying that i want to have such little money when i grow up?
why do i want to put my kids
through the life that has depressed me?
why can't i just be a rich, ignorant bastard
and be content in my destruction of the planet?
why did i have to learn to value a quarter
and sacrifice my own happiness in doing so?
suddenly i envy those whom i used to hate
but why?