Текст Liz Phair – Shitloads Of Money

Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45
Louis says he’s got a headache
I look in his eyes, and I believe him
The big L.K.’s and the gangster disciples

It’s nice to be liked
But it’s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don’t really see it
That way
But if you could give ’em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet?
They’d wish success for themselves and their friends and
that would include lots of money

Don’t know how many times you were stuck in the morning
You just could move, though your mother was calling
You know what you need
Is a Lotto revival
A train flashes by and you’re lost in a spiral…

Take the train on up to the zoo, don’t look back
On what you’ve been through
Cause everyone’s got a Monday…
It looks like shit and it must be America

It burns so quick, then it must be America

We all need a shitload of M-O-N-E-Y, money