Lyrics

Hey, I've got a message, and tonight I'm gonna send it Yeah, I had a body made with knives wanted to lend it Sold my body to the company, so I got the money now away I go Thank you, Mr. CEO Hey, I've got some money, and tonight I'm gonna spend it Yeah, they gave me a paper and I went ahead and penned it And I say thank you, Mr. CEO I filled my pockets, now I might as well (die) 'Cause I found the back door out of teenage hell (alright) Filed my account 'cause I might in fact (die) Rely on science, yeah, to bring me back (alright) I-I-I-I-I let gonna die Heavy morals seem so light But when it comes to cash I'm gonna die, alright Hey, I lost the money seems like I can't comprehend it Yeah, I got a hole in my head, gotta-gotta mend it Too messed up to sit and settle down Too messed up to even mess around That's why you're smiling, Mr. CEO I filled my pockets, now I might as well (die) 'Cause I found the back door out of teenage hell (alright) Filed my account 'cause I might in fact (die) Rely on science, yeah, to bring me back (alright) I-I-I-I-I let gonna die But not right now Yeah, why don't you do the same? I got the money, now I can't complain Except the tics won't go away Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no And the way I feel tonight Is gonna make me die, alright I filled my pockets, now I might as well (die) I found the back door out of teenage hell (alright) Filed my account 'cause I might in fact (die) Rely on science, yeah, to bring me back (alright) I-I-I-I-I let gonna die Heavy morals seem so light But when it comes to cash I'm gonna die, alright
Writer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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