Poor people, rich people
The happy medium doesn't exist
I'm wearing a filthy hat
My jackpot is under the bridge

There's a purpose for my life

I wanna get killed by a cowboy
Feed the raven my eyeballs
I wanna get buried in horseshit
And see something brand new to grow

Rich people, poor people
The happy medium is dream for tomorrow
Born in a bank so I ate all the dollars
There's nothing left for the others

There's a purpose for my life

I wanna get killed by a cowboy
Feed the raven my eyeballs
I wanna shoot down the sun
And finally see something brand new to grow