Give a prayer to the purse



Can a blessing really be a curse



Is it right, is it wrong, or is it even worse



Well I'll tell you for the prize you descend



But you don't know where the path will end



In the grave with the handle on the things you crave



Would it please you to say that I'm with you all the way



Well I can't and I won't 'cause it kills me just the same



In a cold, cold sweat I'm awakened by a plastic ring



It's the thought of a million person sonic fling



So you say what you say but it doesn't matter anyway



It's ok as long as you just stay away from me now



Only the rich die young