Shoe Money

 This hole it has a bottom
 Of that I have no doubt
 if I could only smarten up
 And figure my way out
 But what would I do then?
 robably find I hate it there
 And want to go back in

 Well I swear upon my mother
 And I believe with all of my heart
 That I could rule the world
 I I could get my car to start
 But what would I do then?
 With the tires around the flower beds
 We'll have to ride the rims

 And that would be funny
 We'll take everything we have
 The shoe money

 And the birds
 Will gather around our heads
 And they'll peck at our corn-like teeth

 The wall around the graveyard
 Says that SATIN LIVES IN HELL
 Though they may love the devil
 His disciples sure can't spell
 So what do I do then?
 I guess I'll put the "A" in there
 And show'em how to sin

 And that would be funny
 We'll take everything we have
 The shoe money

 And the birds
 Will gather around our heads
 And they'll peck at our corn-like teeth