The supernova, started between the ears
Though the space it felt got tighter by the hour.
And if you say too much, will you get the idea?
Or will you turn the pavement into flowers? But not today, no.

Here it comes again the blight that took the rose garden
The dollar signs in thought clouds, that keep spinning in your dreams
And I was born in throes of joy, she taught me to be your toy
The only way that we can go is down.

I outlast the dirt and sun, and repel all the water that you poured from snakes that only last if no one drops the dial
And if your sense of value is as high as your IQ, then there's no real use in talkin' bout the weirdest things we'll do tonight, no.

Here it comes again, the beast that burnt your zen garden
The dollar signs in black clouds are well oiled speed machines.
And I was born the poster boy, of fortunes spinning wheel of war
The only way that we can go is down.

Money talks.