Over 16,548,277 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
To her I taste like money.
Without a doubt the best way to do time.
With a veteran of holy wars
holy riders, and holy cows
and a dusty achy emotional anorexic like me.
Match made in heaven,
but then there's that strike anywhere tip
and the distinctively rancid smell of sulfur.
Flash, ooh
aaah
polite golf applause
and its over.
Yet things like this lead to murders, day time TV,
suicide pacts, and once even a thousand ships.
All for a common commodity you can find on any street corner
grade A thru F praised and hallowed feared and vilified by dopemine dancing altruists with pens, and robed men with strange hats.
All its missing is a candygloss sheen
and a dangling price tag
both of which are easilly applied
hell, some even come branded.
Some even come packaged together.
A pimp can name a price, quantify a pocket full of change, magic and happy
An army can put a live cost on life
based on your output, equipment and diligence
Well its payday,
I got a check burning a hole in my hot little hand
strolling like some peacock window shopper
I'll even pay sticker
If you just deliver.
