The brokers jeep is being pissed on by the priest

Being jacked on by the sailor

And the gays are scratching keys

That's just summing again

A sum of money

Labor is not what they say it is

It's something funny

Relaxing somehow trying to find the words to speak

Everything is twisted if they got something you need

Well making up smalltalk again

Feeling away

My head is on the pavement but the pavement is not on my head

So you better sit back

Sit back

Sit back

Sit back

Love thy neighbour if thy neighbour is stacked with cash

Here's some money made of paper for the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

I see a plan of making it someday

By a dash of copy pasting it someday

I can smell the fragrance of the fake

And I'm taking it today

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

For the Flashing & the Lash

And the Lashhh