"More Cash, More Speed" genre: Garage
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	I've got everything I want right here in this little bag, so don't get any closer to me. The CIA has implanted my skull with a tracking device. I can also speak to God. Any questions?
	CD: Mykee Hates LIFE   Label: Burnt Ramen Records Credits: Myk:Vocals,Guitar/Mike:Bass/George:Drums
	Story Behind the Song You work hard to get money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed, to work harder to get more money to buy more speed... Lyrics More Cash, More Speed I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. More than a new car and less than a country club Stashed all away in a moldy old matress Hanging in a corner of my one room apartment Everytime I think of the taste of your lemonade Makes me aware of the things that I wanna change Get a new name, new job, new identity Trade it all in for a face lift symmetry I don’t want to go to work I don’t want to go to school I don’t want to live in society Cause everyone is stupid, everyone is stupid, and everyone looks at me.. Like I’m one of them I’m floating in another soft nightmare More cash, more speed, moron! The walking dead and the walking wounded More cash, more speed, moron! Got a song that I want to sing you More lines than I ever could memorize If I wasn’t dumb, I wouldn’t be me If I wasn’t smart then I’d have a good day job Can’t seem to shake that smelly old feeling Sorta like a stain that keeps reappearing If I’m home then I want to be drinking If I’m at a bar then I wind up broke I don’t want to go to work I don’t want to go to school I don’t want to live in society Cause everyone is stupid, everyone is stupid, and everyone looks at me.. Like I’m one of them I’m floating in another soft nightmare More cash, more speed, moron! The walking dead and the walking wounded More cash, more speed, moron! Well back up I lost my way I thought I had another option Something about a choice Like how the funk to live my life I thought it was okay For me to express my opinion Now I’m locked away Behind a mask of indifference I don’t want to go to work I don’t want to go to school I don’t want to live in society Cause everyone is stupid, everyone is stupid, and everyone looks at me.. Like I’m one of them I’m floating in another soft nightmare More cash, more speed, moron! The walking dead and the walking wounded More cash, more speed, moro

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