Testo Dollar $tore

You love to taste it
Dirty mind
You're sick and twisted
Appetite
I'll do yours, if you do mine

Everyone folds
For the dollar You sold your soul
And everyone you know
For the dollar
White collar style stick up

Oh twisted brother
Blow kisses
Ripped off distant daughter
I collect souls, I collect
I collect souls, I collect
Oh retail Jesus, Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I've been banging on your door
Open up before I burn this down

Evil urges Angels may shield their eyes
I will climb
Voices wailing
It's all about the money babe

You can run, you can hide it all
In a mattress on the second floor
(Second floor, second floor)
(Second floor, second floor)
Save it up just to spit it back out
Gold teeth in a rotted mouth
(Rotted mouth, rotted mouth)
(Rotted mouth, rotted...)

I am your credit card debt collector
Slot machine queen, cigarette protector
Pyramid scheme with a devil investor
Zip up your soul 'cause I'm out to get ya