Money Tree

It's about damn time you got back
On a payroll
Cause I'm tired of paying off
Your tab and bills
You think I'm some kind of
White-knighted A-hole
To buy your beer and
All them little pills

I hate to break it to you
You ain't got no more refills
Come on man

Well I tell you another thing
That you've got coming
You're a lazy low down
No good rotten fool
Are you proud of the fink
That you're becoming
And all the things you
Never learned in school

I hate to break it to you
You done broke the golden rule
You proved my point
Hit it now

Well this might right be
Fighting words you take light
In one ear and out the other side
I bet you that you're thinking
That this ain't right
And yet you bet
Your debt ain't satisfied

I hate to break it to you
You ain't bona fide
I hate to break it to you
Your money tree done died

Get a job man
You're broke
The bank is closed