True Life: I'm in Mattress Sale Lyrics

in a tiny foreign countryside
so near the gates of hell
lived a couple snotty kids
with a bucket of rhymes
and case or two of swill
getting high on airplane glue
and staying up until
one beats on his tummy sticks
and the other sings to kill

it's such a large world to ridicule
thinks lance, to himself
and i'm caught between suicides
guns lightning or the pills
but after all is said and done
and i've said my farewells
my eternal message will always live on
as the children sing to themselves

i only did it because i want the money
i only did it because i want the money
i only did it because i want the money
i only did it because i want the money

i feel like every beat's been done
writes colin, out in braille
and if i try to copy one then
i might end up in jail
but if i still earn while i'm in there
does it still count as to fail?
and if i sell enough hits then,
i'll be able to post my bail

i only did it because i want the money
i only did it because i want the money
i only did it because i want the money
i only did it because i want the money