99 Cent Dreams

Every day I lose my soul,
In a pocket full of change and holes
Life isn’t worth much at all,
As the dirty cops exert control

But there’s a 99-cent dream for me,
If only they’d let me be
Because money is what makes you free,
At least that’s what they keep telling me!

You’ll never get out of debt
Even if you really try
It’s no longer 65
You will work until you die

But there’s a 99-cent dream for me,
If only they’d let me be
Because money is what makes you free,
At least that’s what they keep telling me!

I know I can’t buy whatever I see,
But some day I will be free
I will have money,
Look down on those with more
I will have money, but I’ll always want more

Every day I lose my soul/lose my soul
In a pocket full of change and holes/change and holes
So buy my dream from me/buy my dream from me
And I will be free/I’ll be free
And I will be free/I’ll be free
And I will/I’ll be free