Your Money

Look at you
Look at your hair
Look at you
Look at you, mein Herr
Look at you
You’re looking utterly seamless
Like an actor playing a genius
Look at you
Look at your luck
At the girl you don’t love
And the wife you don’t fuck
Look at you
Look at what you’ve bought
With all that hard, hard work
And all that financial support
And I loathe and resent
Every dream I’ve dreamt
And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money
I can’t access or save
Any gifts you gave
And I’ve nothing to offer your money
Your money
Your money
Your money
Oh oh oh
Ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
Ah
Look at me
Look at me begging
Look at me
I’m craven, feral and begging
Look at me
With all my clever ideas
And my bottled up anger and irrational fears
Look at me
Look upon my works
You could stick a label on them
You could sell them as merch
Look at your victory
I’ll betray anyone
Do it to Julia
Do it to Julia
I loathe and resent
Every dream I’ve dreamt
And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money
I can’t access or save
Any gifts you gave
And I’ve nothing to offer your money
Your money
Your money
Your money
Oh lay me down and take me, baby
I will do anything just save me
A place beside you at your table
And ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh
Ah
The mediocre
Have an interest in promoting the mediocre
But I will find you out
I will find you out
I will find you out
I will find you out