Capital Gains
You can find me on the side of a road
That used to be a river
Taking money and advice
From a strung out indian giver
Yeah, the paper in my hand
Is worth more than its weight in anything
You better pony up, boy
And start paying those capital gains
Capital gains
Yeah, i've seen the white girls
Deliver what a brother needs
But the one hand's copping a feel
While the other bleeds
You can promise the moon and the stars
To an uptown dame
But when the chips hit the table
You'll be paying those capital gains
Capital gains
You can find my be down by the road
Capital gains