Lyrics

AIN’T GOTTA DIME

All I need by far is a shiny car
to make them think my soul is shiny too
I'll cut and paste such a pretty face
as long as I look better than you

I'll hang in bars and I'll talk to stars
Sell an image they can't even buy
I will shop 'til the pennies drop
Fancy suits to hide this simple lie

You know blessed are the poor, for they shall know freedom
Sitting out the race against the clock and Mr. Jones
The treasures of this world have left my spirit wanting
Nothing but my chains to rattle with these bones
Oh, no, ain't gotta dime

I'm gonna flash a stack of cash
Use city style to hide my country name
And I'll be sold for the price of gold
to leverage out the poverty of fame

I said blessed are the poor, for they shall know freedom
Sitting out the race against the clock and Mr. Jones
The treasures of this world have left my spirit wanting
Nothing but my chains to rattle with these bones
Oh, no, ain't gotta dime

You got to believe me now
I said blessed are the poor, for they shall know freedom
Sitting out the race against the clock and Mr. Jones
The treasures of this world have left my spirit wanting
Nothing but my chains to rattle with these bones
Oh, no, ain't gotta dime
Oh, no, ain’t gotta dime
Oh, no, ain’t gotta dime
Ain’t gotta dime to my name!
Oh, ain’t gotta dime
Said I won’t be sold for the price of gold
that’s what I’m told, you better listen to me
Ain’t gotta dime to my name