You move into Bill City just to find a place to play
To play the game of guitar then you need a place to stay
The city of Bill City is a money minded place
Where money talks but men shut up and pay or go away
You need to take a loan to buy a home that's what they say
But to get a loan and to feed the bank you need some steady pay
This keeps you stuck in the factories, die a bit each day
The system's very well designed they thought out that way
There's no way you can win, but a hundred ways to lose
The blood suckers they suck you out no matter how you choose
They may claim each thing you own except your worn-out shoes
A hundred ways that sure will give the bad investment blues
You're a restless soul you can not sleep; you prowl the streets at night
The medicine man you're bound to meet he keeps you up alright,
But every time you meet him and he helps you out once more,
The price is going up and that's a guarantee for sure
There's no way you can win, but a hundred ways to lose...
On Monday morning loaded up like wild Bill Hickok's gun,
You're heading for the bank to get the final transfer done
You pull the gun inside the door but the guard just knocks you to the floor,
And off you go, there you go, to do some time once more
There's no way you can win, but a hundred ways to lose...