Liz Phair 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
