I keep my money in the palm of my hand I got the feeling I'll be using again I can't decide if I want money or friends I killed my brother because he knows who I am If you're making money better make up your mind Because you could be living off the system's dime If you're making money then you're wasting your time Because you could be living off the system's dime I wake up empty with my thoughts erased I use those pliers to pull off my face So if you see me then try not to scream Because this is nothing but a bad dream. If you're making money better make up your mind Because you could be living off the system's dime If you're making money then you're wasting your time Because you could be living off the system's dime No I don't care, if this is your apartment. Smells like burnt hair, mixed with an Olive Garden. If you're making money better make up your mind Because you could be living off the system's dime If you're making money then you're wasting your time Because you could be living off the system's dime