The bill
Afraid again they come
They come collect and Mr riffle or 45
Ordinary life without higher hopes
Living in slums where God doesn't walk between
Of course it's a shame have any buisness with them
The bill the fuckin loan
You need pay
Nothing is free at this world
Even funeral your Last party time
Someone need too pay...or not
I guess then no matter for you
No ceremony no priest no bye bye
In G$D we trust
Of course sure bleh bleh
My friend I need your dime
