I have to brainstorm waysnTo keep me alivenI’ve got millionaire friendsnSending checks all of the timenAnd if a milk box portraitnBlown up poster sizenWell I think I found a waynTo keep this hope in there eyesnOh well we could panhandlenOn the side of the streetnIn hopes of finding moneynAnd food for us to eatnOh yeah well I could sell your bodynAnd you could sell minenIf only we could find nSomebody to buynnI was drunken in the moment you met menAnd im surely just fallen down stairsnBaby don’t both I’ll fall for another nAnd I aint getting up againnnOh well we could find GodnAnd join His seminarynIf I was Father ClarknThen you’d be Father PuppynAnd then after allnGod pays pretty wellnAnd we could pay off all the kidsnTo show and never tellnOh oh well we could get a jobnMaking five twenty fivenOr five fifteen nDepending on which sidenOf the state line nOn which we residenI’ve got to brainstorm waysnTo keep us alive oh yeahnnKeep up your head we will do it againnAnd I promise to tell the truthnAnd this time I mean thatnI’ll keep all your secretsnAnd I’ll never give up on younnOh!nnAnd the homeless guysnWho live under the bridgenThey were a band one yeahnBut they all soon forgetnHow the gay blades fellnOn hard times and slit wristsnNo they got no fucking moneynThey wouldn’t/couldn’t write the hits