5 Bank Accounts – Tom MacDonald
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
You know the devil’s rich, he’s still a piece of sh_t
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
A hundred grand is lit, it isn’t happiness
Five bank accounts flooded to the brim, no
My life been like fire and brimstone
My nights are like rain on a window
Tryna find a memory of when it all was simple
Five bank accounts, money in the pillows
Tryna fix everything that the pills won’t
My life is like I’m in a fish bowl
Everybody watching, will I sink or I swim though
I burnt the candle from both ends
I cut myself open
A rock ‘n’ roll moment is all I wanted
I showed the world I was broken, quit drinkin’ and smokin’
Got sober and noticed that all I got was
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
You know the devil’s rich, he’s still a piece of sh_t
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
A hundred grand is lit, it isn’t happiness, oh
Five bank accounts flooded to the brim, no
My life was all hangovers and gettin’ stoned
My life or the lies that have been told
Money that I borrowed, broken hearts and ridin’ limos
Five bank accounts, Lord knows I been broke
My eyes seen things that my kids won’t
My life been a ride but I miss home
I still taste the alcohol and smell the cigarette smoke
I burnt the candle from both ends
I cut myself open
A rock ‘n’ roll moment is all I wanted
I showed the world I was broken, quit drinkin’ and smokin’
Got sober and noticed that all I got was
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
You know the devil’s rich, he’s still a piece of sh_t
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
A hundred grand is lit, it isn’t happiness, oh
All my life I wanted money and power
Sacrificed too many thousands of hours
Everything that glitters ain’t gold
Being at the top, it can feel real low
All my life I wanted money and fame
Did my time and now my dues have been payed
But a blessin’, it can really be a curse
You can have it all, but what’s it all worth?
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
You know the devil’s rich, he’s still a piece of sh_t
Five bank accounts, money’s just money
A hundred grand is lit, it isn’t happiness, oh
