Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45
  Louis says he's got a headache
  I look in his eyes, and I believe him
  The big L.K.'s and the gangster disciples
  Louis can't think of who else could take over, but he just can't
  Get up in the morning
  A genuine face, braced for survival...
  
  It's nice to be liked
  But it's better by far to get paid
  I know that most of the friends that I have don't really see it
  That way
  But if you could give 'em each one wish
  How much do you wanna bet?
  They'd wish success for themselves and their friends and
  that would include lots of money
  
  Don't know how many times you were stuck in the morning
  You just could move, though your mother was calling
  You know what you need
  Is a Lotto revival
  A train flashes by and you're lost in a spiral...
  
  Take the train on up to the zoo, don't look back
  On what you've been through
  Cause everyone's got a Monday...
  It looks like shit and it must be America
  
  It burns so quick, then it must be America
  
  We all need a shitload of M-O-N-E-Y, money