Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45
Louis says he´s got a headache
I look in his eyes, and I believe him
The big L.K.´s and the gangster disciples
Louis can´t think of who else could take over, but he just can´t
Get up in the morning
A genuine face, braced for survival...

It´s nice to be liked
But it´s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don´t really see it
That way
But if you could give ´em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet?
They´d wish success for themselves and their friends and
that would include lots of money

Don´t know how many times you were stuck in the morning
You just could move, though your mother was calling
You know what you need
Is a Lotto revival
A train flashes by and you´re lost in a spiral...

Take the train on up to the zoo, don´t look back
On what you´ve been through
Cause everyone´s got a Monday...
It looks like shit and it must be America

It burns so quick, then it must be America

We all need a shitload of M-O-N-E-Y, money