No one really understands the experience that
change lives That pave an agnostic a place to lay
in decay in toxic waste So most every identity
paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic face But not this man, he
played the bucket with his hands And got paid but
it was change people dropped in his can
twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by
description But I guess all of a sudden he
resigned from that position But I've never seen
the sky quite as clear as his eyes As he blistered
fingers paint down on the plastic And in a twisted
sort of way it all makes sense While they rush to
die he provides the soundtrack so tragic He sits
on the corner of 7th and 1st And I was thirsty for
a question anyone would nurse One day I asked he
why he gave up his career He said, "I didn't,
I just took off the name tag" then he added

Make Money and die that's the American Way It
don't matter what name you gave the bucket that
you play Make Money and die that's the American
Way It don't matter what name you gave the bucket
that you play

So I took in what was said but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it I
was too committed to the belief that all the hard
work from now would improve my future existence
somehow So I said, you don't accomplish nothing
sitting in the street And I'm sure you barely
survive on the pennies you gather He said, to your
surprise I make enough to eat And I accomplish
just as much as you only I stop pretending my job
matters He looked me in my face and told me I was
a puppet And what I do is no more important than
playing a bucket I still hear his voice when I set
my alarm before bed I never could wash what he
said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes
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Make Money and die that's the American Way Make
Money and die that's the American Way Make Money
and die that's the American Way It don't matter
what name you gave the bucket that you play Make
Money and die that's the American Way Make Money
and die that's the American Way Make Money and die
that's the American Way It don't matter what name
you gave the bucket that you play

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and
say I'm a doctor Carry a nine by my belt buckle
wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper Maybe I'm
just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the
heart of the deranged nation that gave me the
generation ecstasy under water, I forgot survive
mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught
your calls and called your forefathers my bosses,
lost it all in the name of gaining enough to spin,
consuming the youth ... amp my frenzy When I
taught my man playing away on his drum Something
clicked in my brain and I became less dumb I'm
working for bread crumbs Pretending there's a
meaning But my employment is just a bucket, I'm
desperately beating And one day, I'll be old and
retired Looking at my life like what a waste of
good fire All because school never taught me how
to be inspired And the job concerned applying to
myself just wouldn't hire

Make Money and die that's the American Way Make
Money and die that's the American Way Make Money
and die that's the American Way It don't matter
what name you gave the bucket that you play Make
Money and die that's the American Way Make Money
and die that's the American Way Make Money and die
that's the American Way But hey, here's my
application, how much do y'all pay