She said that love wasn't enough protection. She said that money could buy anything. Even her. But at the end of the day, your affections are just a 401k. You're a payday.
He build his home with his own pair of hands The same ones that held you. Held you down. He gave you everything except for the bottle. So now he's drowning in it too. Or is he drowning in you?
I'm my father's son. I love to dance with the devil. And now I'm coming down to play. So spread your legs and start counting your blessings. I'll be your 401k. I'll be your payday.