Lyrics

TAKE A NEEDLE, THREAD COTTON THROUGH THE HOLE.
MENDING MY LIFE, MAKING NEW FROM OLD.
I'M NOT READY FOR THIS.

I PAY MY TAXES, TRUST YA WITH MY GOLD.
YOU FEED THE RICH LIST, WHILE I'M LEFT IN THE COLD.
I WON'T SETTLE FOR THIS.

I'M PICKING UP YOUR DEBT.
MAN YA GOT NOT RIGHT TO THIS.
PICKING UP YOUR DEBT.

SO I KEEP STANDING,
WASHING THE DIRT CLEAN.
CAUSE I WON'T SETTLE FOR LESS