A house of gold
Don't make it a home
In a house of gold

Them drapes are foul
You gotta great life you got it great


And I'm cheering you on
'Cause it's what you want and it's what you're sold till the price goes down
You gotta great life you got it great



Being married to the mob

Buried in your arms are the hopes that I'll be freed
From the debts that I can't pay or the payments I can't keep
But you come into my home and take whatever you $#&@ing please


'Cause you can, yah.


It's you're house of cards
You can make it tall
As the house of god

The ace is foul
You gotta great life you got it great


And I'm leading you on 'cause it's what you want and it's what you're sold is the price just right?
You gotta great life you got it great



Being married to the mob
Buried in your arms are the hopes that I'll be freed

From the debts that I can't pay or the payments I can't keep
But you come into my home and take whatever you $#&@ing please


'Cause you can, yah.

What about my home?

What about my gold?
What about my god?



You can keep your sale.