You put the money in the bag and you jump it to the car
and you leave the little planet like you don'know who you are
If the bastards catch you, you can count on life in jail
but there ain't nobody watchin from the belly of the whale
but the money in the bag, babe, it calls out to your soul
It's the last thing that you dream about before you make parole
It's what you want and need in here, behind the yellow line
The lie is just so easy thinkin money makes life fine,
but you tossed the cash in quick and then you jumped into the back
If You Wasn't Here, You'd be Somewhere, Blaming Cash for What You lack.