Dollar $tore

You love to taste it, dirty mind
 Your sick and twisted appetite
 I'll do yours if you do mine
 Everyone folds for the dollar
 You sold your soul
 And everyone you know for the dollar
 White collar style stick-up
 Oh, twisted brother
 Blow kisses
 Ripped off distant daughter
 I collect souls, I collect
 I collect souls, I collect (hey)
 Oh, retail Jesus
 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
 I've been banging on your door
 Open up before I burn this down
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 Evil urges
 Angels may shield their eyes
 I will climb
 Voices wailing
 It's all about the money, babe...
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 You can run, you can hide it all
 In a mattress on the second floor
 (Second floor, second floor, second floor, second floor)
 Save it up just to spit it back out
 Gold teeth in a rotted mouth
 (Rotted mouth, rotted mouth, rotted mouth, rotted)
 I am your credit card debt collector
 Slot machine queen, cigarette protector
 Pyramid scheme with a devil investor
 Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get ya