Wake up one morning, face down on the floor
Can't recall anything from the night before
Call me useless and you call me a mess, now
I call it progress and a fucking success, now
A Generational, hypocritical shit
Voted most likely to have a nervous breakdown
Gimme 1 for never sober, and 2 for never bowing out
Took a long damn time just to fucking get here
All the hours put into giving no shits, and wasting paychecks
Breaking hearts and dodging Train wrecks
Build it up to burn it down
I'm a lit match in a room full of kerosene lamps
You're spilling and sloshing, I'm striking and droppin', now
And who'd a thought burning out could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
We're all bleeding, bleeding from your throats
Well, they'll bleed you dry, but they won't take mine
'Cuz I know they're bullshit always floats
Made it Ma, I'm on top of the world
It's a cage-match with me, myself, and my dreams, now
And I'm crushin' 'em harder, no mercy, no pardon, now
And who'd a thought winning bronze could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I said, I work for my money
And I ain't givin' you nothin'
