Gimme a coin if you got it
I'll give you a piece of my mind
Can sell it all, hang it on the wall
Of your big ol' pretend mine

Well the good Lord's coming
And he ain't said nothin'
'Bout bringing no dollars and dimes
So gimme a coin if you got it
And if you don't well that's just fine

You see, my Uncle's got a problem
Crooked as a coast oak tree
With fancy stores and offshore wars
And he says it's all for me

Well I'm gettin' sick of his old pal Dick
And their kissin' on the junket tours
You see, my Uncle's got a problem
But I think I found the cure

Well take every dime you make
And put it in the bank
Hoard it 'til you take your final breath

In life they say
There's just a few sure things
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death

Well I'm more skeptical than I oughta be
About tradin' odd commodities
Might be uncouth but it'd be one hell of a feat

So go on shout "Power!" from the tallest steeple
And give it back to the hands of the people
And out of the pockets of these rich fucks on Wall Street

Well take every dime you make
And put it in the bank
Hoard it 'til you take your final breath

Fly into space
But remember these sure things
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death

Well take every dime you make
And put it in the bank
Hoard it 'til you take your final breath

In life they say
There's just a few sure things
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death