Charisma on the Account

I have a Mastercard

I have a Visa card

American express

Wont be worry less

I am now filthy rich

I need you, money bitch

So come on baby

Make me crazy

Money for you, money for me

In little while you gonna see

For few bucks give me dirty talks

Let´s be a slave of money folks and money talks

And now they flick the switch

I am now no more rich

Now, I am just poor punk

No money to get drunk

I am fucking scum

Living in slum

I have no more charm

When my bank account is gone

Once you are down, once you are high

This is it babe, this is rock´n ´roll life

Take it or leave, it´s all on you

Here is my empty hand taking you down to doom