Dollar $tore

You love to taste it, dirty mind Your sick and twisted appetite I'll do yours if you do mine Everyone folds for the dollar You sold your soul And everyone you know for the dollar White collar style stick-up Oh, twisted brother Blow kisses Ripped off distant daughter I collect souls, I collect I collect souls, I collect (hey) Oh, retail Jesus Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I've been banging on your door Open up before I burn this down Evil urges Angels may shield their eyes I will climb Voices wailing It's all about the money, babe... You can run, you can hide it all In a mattress on the second floor (Second floor, second floor, second floor, second floor) Save it up just to spit it back out Gold teeth in a rotted mouth (Rotted mouth, rotted mouth, rotted mouth, rotted) I am your credit card debt collector Slot machine queen, cigarette protector Pyramid scheme with a devil investor Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get ya