Money can buy you a house And money can buy you a pseudo-degree Money can build you a studio But it can't buy you integrity, no You're good for nothing I'll tell you something I don't know much about recording arts But for fifty thousand dollars a year You'd think you'd learn how to pan guitars
When you can't keep a promise You're just a liar Step into my office You're fucking fired When you can't keep a promise You're just a liar Step into my office Hey, Mike, you're fucking fired
