Eyedea - How Much Do You Pay? lyrics

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 f** it, it goes 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 an eye by my 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 with finding 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