He was born in a murderous fashion.
The ass of the business class was his passion.
Number by hustle he numbered his muscles.
Honor by honest he fell down upon us.
And everybody's acting like they've heard something back
From my baby. My baby and me.
Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes.
I love you, always.
Standing in the sunlight some might say
That her hair was falling down from the building that day.
The silvery ball was down by the bridge
And she used to take pills in the woods where she lived.
And everybody's acting like they've heard something back
From my baby. My baby and me.
Oh, castles and tassels and flatulent assholes.
I love you, always.
The man you scorned is self revived.
He hides his reproach with a hollow pride.
And everyone's a ghost as the lesson dies.
And it's fun, to be a dirty son.
One day at the bottom of the hill where they play,
She lost a gold coin and the troll would not trade her.
They say she lost a fortune and she lost it to her.
And then he grew despondent co she would not desert him.
He laid out his hand and said "make me an offer."
Then she asked the troll for just how much did it cost her.
You got to have money, you got to have money.
Then he told the troll that you got to have money.
You've got to have money, you've got to have money.
Girl you tell your daddy that he's got to have money.
And castles and tassels and flatulent assholes.
And you got to have money, you got to have money.