15 Sense (The Money Song)

We're all owing money We're all low on money We're all loaning money But we'll carry on Tryna squeeze one dollar outta 15 cents Yeah, you know we gotta make the rent All business about all your business No, you never get to make a friend And all the pills that we swallow We're gonna take them until the end All worried about tomorrow Don't you dare because the check was sent When fear calls we start running Heart stops, spirit's humming It's the absence of loving But we'll carry on Now My Check is in the Mail Ooh, Ooh No more lies to Tell Ooh, Ooh Leave me in my home Ooh, Ooh I pay money to be left alone Ooh, Ooh It's all fun and games The running and the pain The getting to the chopper Full of dollars in your name You know I'm here to tell Your life can be well If you 86 the cash And tell the system go to hell So say your Check is in the mail Ooh, Ooh Just one more lie to tell Ooh, Ooh Escape from your home Ooh, Ooh In this new, wide world There's no such thing as alone It was fun and games But now it's too much pain I ran out of choppers Full of dollars in my name Now I'm here to tell My life was very swell Then I 86'd the cash And told the system go to hell We're all owing money We're all low on money We're all loaning money But we'll carry on And the taxman will come, and rough up your day Saying everything you made, Belongs to him anyway Oh, All the deals that were hollow They're gonna break us in the end Your girl or your man calling on deadly force Says you know you gotta make a choice