I was seven playing dress up in your big shoes
Walkin' round the house pretending I'm just like you
Everything you are is all I ever could be
He said son be a good man and nothing like me

I'll always try
To dry her eyes
Get rich or die
Trying

Now the capital is running out of linen
Trees of commerce fall with sick, decaying branches
Mama said she had a plan but she don't know how
Give it all until you give it all away now

She always tried
To dry my eyes
Get rich or die
Trying

Passed me down the doctors orders called for liquids
I'm passed out outside of Julie's on the pavement
Someone told me something sad and now I'm laughing
Your disease is nothing short of fucking tragic
You know that I want to give you all you've wanted
Killed my innocence and now my bedrooms haunted
I'll bleed out and turn my crimson into cotton
cnd take everything with me while I'm rotting

I'll always try
To dry her eyes
Get rich or die
Trying