Get Paid

You're all sons of dogs Are the words that I wrote As the cheapest brand hit the back of my throat A paradise just goes up into smoke We're always just a stone's throw away from hope Put it all back on the shelf Girlfriends flowers requires too much wealth Leave the beer Cashier please I cry as the boys and beggars scrape their knees Their knees Can I get some thoughts on the page? If you don't dance I don't get paid I should I should I should be afraid but Money ain't worth much these days Well a time will come Under the violent sun When your tree shakes green I'll be first at the scene Well you're a son of a bitch You played it cheap to get rich All I wanted was some extra mild And flowers for my girl To tell her she's my world Now I stand in line To give it all back Again and again I'll say it again I'll say it again Can I get some thoughts on the page? If you don't dance I don't get paid I should I should I should be afraid but Money ain't worth much these days Can I get some thoughts on the page? If you don't dance I don't get paid I should I should I should be afraid but Money ain't worth much these days Money ain't worth much these days Can I get some thoughts on the page? If you don't dance I don't get paid I should I should I should be afraid but Money ain't worth much these days Can I get some thoughts on the page? If you don't dance I don't get paid I should I should I should be afraid but Money ain't worth much these days Money ain't worth much these days