Beautiful girl, clean as a whistle Took my dollar at the tollbooth tressel Got a government job, she don't seem to really care about it now Beautiful girl do the government hustle Got your job in the fix with big city muscle I'm pretty certain you won't ever wanna sleep with me again Cuz you need More and more and more and more And I can't get you off Here's to your loss that's standing guard over your religion Sixteen garage bands a playin' In New York City on Memorial Day Skinny little punks in smart dark suits like grooms on wedding cakes Sixteen more got MC's sayin' That the world is a lost, lyin' b**h I shake the hand right off the man That swore he'd make me rich Makin' that money in sediments rubble With all your made up legal trouble It's startin' to look a little bit more Like a con-game to me now I give you More and more and more and more And still you can't get off Here's to your loss that's standing guard over your religion My bachelor friend got some c**aine trouble Went to New York City as a family man Said the devil needs money, like anybody else, so I pay him whatever I can But lately, all he talks about, is himself, in all his clout And the long, long nights when the c**aine shouts, baby you can't go home Well you take More and more and more and more And more and more and more and more You take More and more and more and more And still you can't get off Here's to your loss, standing guard, over your religion I would drink the water from their baths Just to keep those devils off my back I dreamed I slit their throats, and went back to work again And when it all comes down When you come to grips As you keep the things That you can't keep hid Save your cruelest words For the sweetest things And you heartless friends say you know baby you're gonna look back... And you take More and more and more and more And more and more and more and more You take More and more and more and more And still you can't get off Here's to your loss, standing guard, over your religion