You love to taste it Dirty mind Your sick and twisted Appetite I'll do yours if you do mine Everyone folds for the dollar You sold your soul And everyone you know For the dollar White collar style stick up Oh, twisted brother Blow kisses Ripped off distant daughter I collect souls, I collect I collect souls, I collect Oh, retail Jesus Father, son, and holy spirit I've been banging on your door Open up before I burn shit down Evil urges Angels may shield their eyes I will climb Voices wailing “It's all about the money babe” You can run you can hide it all In a mattress on the second floor Save it up just to spit it back out Gold teeth in a rotted mouth I am your credit card debt collector Slot machine queen Cigarette protector Pyramid scheme with a devil investor Zip up your soul, cuz I'm out to get yaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
