Your Money

Look at you
 Look at your hair
 Look at you
 Look at you, mein Herr
 Look at you
 You're looking utterly seamless
 Like an actor playing a genius
 Look at you
 Look at your luck
 At the girl you don't love
 And the wife you don't fuck
 Look at you
 Look at what you've bought
 With all that hard, hard work
 And all that financial support
 And I loathe and resent
 Every dream I've dreamt
 And I've nothing but contempt for your money
 I can't access or save
 Any gifts you gave
 And I've nothing to offer your money
 Your money
 Your money
 Your money
 Oh oh oh
 Ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
 Ah.
 Look at me
 Look at me begging
 Look at me
 I'm craven, feral and begging
 Look at me
 With all my clever ideas
 And my bottled up anger and irrational fears
 Look at me
 Look upon my works
 You could stick a label on them
 You could sell them as merch
 Look at your victory
 I'll betray anyone
 Do it to Julia
 Do it to Julia
 I loathe and resent
 Every dream I've dreamt
 And I've nothing but contempt for your money
 I can't access or save
 Any gifts you gave
 And I've nothing to offer your money
 Your money
 Your money
 Your money
 Oh lay me down and take me, baby
 I will do anything just save me
 A place beside you at your table
 And ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
 Ah.
 The mediocre
 Have an interest in promoting the mediocre
 But I will find you out
 I will find you out
 I will find you out
 I will find you out