I see inside your shrink-wrap hide.
The daylight cuts a veil of veins across your `better' side.
It's easy for some.
You the dregs, me the scum!
Let me explain all the angles I can screw you from...
Poverty! Real as it gets!
Don't think I won't skin you when your skin is all that's left.

The tension mounts, but the drama's pretty cheap.
This ain't an ultimatum, baby, but I know where you sleep.
Saw it all in a dead dog's eye.
Tails you're wrong, Heads I'm right.
One way ticket to the blues.
Heads I win, tails you lose.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER NANTZ, JAMES COLEMAN, PHILIP C. PULEO, TODD C. ASHLEY