Gas Money Millionaires

So woke up to the sound of a collection agency
Sometimes, I wonder do they bother anyone but me?
And I am sick of falling apart, right under my feet.
And I am only losing weight because I can't afford to eat.

And I am low on gas (don't know what I'm gonna do)
And this new job is kicking my ass (yeah)
And this old tapedeck,
And my last my last paycheck
is all I got to get me where I need to go
My beat down car, and my brand new scar,
are all I got to get me where I need to go.

Society chose to look down on me
So I put my middle finger up real high, so you can see.
And I am feeling like I got cold feet
Mostly cause I couldn't afford the heat last week.

And I am low on gas (don't know what I'm gonna do)
And this new job is kicking my ass (yeah)
And I've got no class (don't know what I'm gonna do)
But me and my friend still kick ass (yeah!)
And this old tapedeck
And my last paycheck is all I got to get me where I need to go
This beat down car, and my brand new scar
is all I got to get me where I need to go.

(Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...)
(Breakdown bitches)
(WHOOO)
(D.J rocks out)

And this old tapedeck
And this last paycheck is all I got to get me where I need to go
My beat down car, and my brand new scar
is all I got to get me where I need to go