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