Some people say a man oughta work as he could
But a poor man’s envy can be packaged as good
Envy and spite are my stock and trade
A soul that’s weak allows a mind to be swayed

I spend sixteen tril, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Ohio don’t recall me ’cause I can’t go
I sold my soul so you owe me four mo’

*subhead*I spend sixteen tril, what do you get.*subhead*