In the trade,
Of being sold,
To those in need of getting laid,
She's melting down,
Her heart of gold,
For loose change,
Cause money makes the world go round,
And life is cheap in this part of town,
Don't get too close,
I'll drag you down,
If you never hope for nothing,
Then you're never dissapointed,
And I don't want for much,
But you want to have choices,
I'd give you all the answers,
If I knew any of the questions,
But then again,
I can't afford them,
Cause money makes the world go round,
And nothings real in this part of town,
Get too close,
I'll drag you down,
I'll drag you down,
And in the mud,
And blood,
And stale cum,
You'll drown,
If you don't get high,
You never come down,
Cause money makes the world go round,
And trusts not cheap in this part of town,
Don't get too close,
I'll just drag you down,