Rich Bastard
Another saltine cracker
To keep away the the taste
Of that bitter hunger
That you build throughout the day
No more fast food drive-ins
Or munchin' in between
No more coins to fall out of the legs of your jeans
Another glass of "la agua"
Eight a day they say
But for me it's just a filler
Until money finds is way
Into my pockets yeah
The comfort zone
Where you know your independent
And you can make it on your on
Where no one has a say
In what you think or do
But it ain't ever gonna happen
Unless you've got some money
Hidden down under your shoes
Well I sit back, tick tock
Watch the time slip away
As I'm waiting for the mother load
To fall where it may
Can't help but wonder if things will fall into place
Put this puzzle back together
And find it's way
Into my pockets yeah
The comfort zone
Where you know your independent
And you can make it on your on
Where no one has a say
In what you think or do
But it ain't ever gonna happen
Unless you've got some money
Hidden down under your shoes
Hidden down under your shoes
Into my pockets yeah
The comfort zone
Where you know your independent
And you can make it on your on
Where no one has a say
In what you think or do
But it ain't ever gonna happen
Unless you've got some money
Hidden down under there
Got some money hidden down
Hot some money hidden down
Under your shoes
Hidden down under your shoes
Rich bastard, baby
Rich bastard