Lyrics

Well you ain't got no money son
You ain't got no money son
What the hell are you gonna do with yourself?
What the hell are you gonna do?

I'll thank god for the Father, and the Son, and a Holy Ghost Savior
And my plan my man is to move along

Is anybody else looking around here looking like
Oh my god, this is so messed up
Is anybody else looking around here thinking like
Oh my god, tell me whats going on?

I thank God for the Father, and a Son, and a Holy Ghost Savior
And my plan my man is break away from this
All the mundane and boring
The satisfaction in touring is more then all a show
It's for the word for all

Is anybody else looking around here looking like
Oh my god, this is so messed up
Is anybody else looking around here thinking like
Oh my god, tell me whats going on?

Some people got ten houses, four cars, sisters and brothers, all the things, with all they can eat
And I get my self and a phone
i can call her when i think i need her

I thank God for the Father, and a Son, and a Holy Ghost Savior
And my plan my man is break away from this
All the mundane has got to go
The satisfaction of time is growing old

But you ain't got no money son
What the hell are you gonna do with yourself?
What the hell are you gonna do?
I'll move along