Give a prayer to the purse   Can a blessing really be a curse   Is it right, is it wrong, or is it even worse   Well I'll tell you for the prize you descend   But you don't know where the path will end   In the grave with the handle on the things you crave   Would it please you to say that I'm with you all the way   Well I can't and I won't 'cause it kills me just the same   In a cold, cold sweat I'm awakened by a plastic ring   It's the thought of a million person sonic fling   So you say what you say but it doesn't matter anyway   It's ok as long as you just stay away from me now   Only the rich die young