Low.Com.Denom.

Lyrics

This ain't no place for ideals This is no time for change It's like swimming in a concrete suit It's like dancing in dead man's shoes I'm a gutter ball I'm a liquid lunch I gotta make them calls like I see 'em I gotta play my hunch I despise the ground you walk upon Lo. com. denom.​ Lo. com. denom.​ When wealth equals worth You got no choice at all You're guilty from birth You place your money, it takes the fall I'm the storm that comes after the calm I'm gonna hurt you I'm gonna hit you like a bomb Lo. com. denom.​ Lo. com. denom.​ Fifty grand will make me a man Fifty grand will make me a man Fifty grand will make me a man Fifty grand will make me a man