"Well, I've been spending all my money on weed n' pills
Tryin' to write a song that'll pay the bills
But it ain't came yet, so I guess I'll have to rob a bank
I guess it could be worse, it ain't that bad
At least I ain't sittin' in old Baghdad
In the middle of the hot damn desert sittin' in a tank
Well, every time the wife talks, a baby gets mentioned
But I'm so broke I can't pay attention
Lord, how it tears me up to see her cry
Oh, I've been spendin' all my nights on the internet
Looking for a clue but ain't found one yet
Just a bunch of Mopars, guitars, and other stuff I can't buy
Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
'Cause if the Devil shows up with a bette...