one man army - money in the bank lyrics

from the suburbs to the piers i found an anchor to hold me here a slice of the rich upper crust all the while maintaining their trust the indignities of the poor and the social elite i suffer each and every day as i count what i've taken [chorus] they trust me with every dime and even pay me for my time as the cars keep rolling in i thank god for an easy way out a way they know nothing about as the cars keep rolling in a punk is what they see they'll never relate to me i don't care for the finer things and i sure don't need them the smug upper class looking to write off one more tax they're going nowhere fast as i take their hard earned cash [repeat choru