There's no land mines in my room
No wounds to dress, just my dress, my room
Yes, it's tending to be loud
To tell you just how I feel 'cause I feel it too

Look back, AC130 popped up right over me
And it's flown my knee
Tough luck, more on the wrong side of our great history
And it's just me

Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Why bother if we go back to nothing?
Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Got your money, oh, oh, oh

Mind shut, I can't be bothered by the things I can see
They don't hurt me
So much, I'm not a man of honor, I'm on OT

Big cry
I hate to let everyone here down, yeah
But that's life
Some peoplе get their kicks by something on drеams
But they're just me

Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Why bother if we go back to nothing?
Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Got your money, oh, oh, oh

Hey, hey, baby, I got your money
Hey, hey, got your money
Hey, hey, baby, I got your money
Got your money, oh, oh, oh