One Man Army Money in the Bank Lyrics:
from the suburbs to the piers I found an anchor to
hold me here a slice of the rich upper crust all
the while maintaining their trust the indignities
of the poor and the social elite I suffer each and
every day as I count what I've taken [chorus] they
trust me with every dime and even pay me for my
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time as the cars keep rolling in I thank God for
an easy way out a way they know nothing about as
the cars keep rolling in a punk is what they see
they'll never relate to me I don't care for the
finer things and I sure don't need them the smug
upper class looking to write off one more tax
they're going nowhere fast as I take their hard
earned cash [repeat chorus]
Lyrics: Money in the Bank, One Man Army [end]