I'm not the one who invented the sun But I know who did Check out the knife on the millionaire's wife Getting all unhinged Trying to decide who's good and who's just rich Took all of his money and she burned it in a ditch ♪ Look out below 'cause it's not the tempo It's the truth in the song Tried to give it back on a charity track But they argued all night long About who did deserve this dirty wealth Baby when we die, yeah we're all gonna burn in hell ♪ Dog at the door who's the king of hardcore 'cause he's always been Booking the shows where they sell the most clothes 'cause they're so limited Trying to decide who is good and who's just poor Baby when we die, yeah, we're all gonna want some more