Think of all the people I never wanna meet
I close my eyes and I go to sleep
I'm the Prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
Maybe what we had was just green corn
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
Your disgusts me, I see through your macho lies
Fight everything you stand for
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore
Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars