Scabs Credit Cards
Early morning beeping sound Gulp down breakfast and I'm gone Though I'm workin' hard all day Maybe I'm just greedy Maybe I'm just dumb Maybe I'm just asking For things that can't be done (CHORUS) I ain't got no credit cards That's why, I'm eating out my heart Later in the afternoonStrollin' down the road Buicks cruisin'up and down Movin' smooth and slow Fancy cars, fancy bars Fancy limosines All these people dine in places I've never been Some jerks drive a Chevy With a blonde who can dismount I break down in traffic When there's no garage around (CHORUS) There's no justice anymore Lets' sing this song for the poor Let's get this show on the road 'Cause that'll be our only hold What ya say now! (CHORUS)
