Gimme a Coin (Live)

Gimme a coin if you got it

I'll give you a piece of my mind

Can sell it all, hang it on the wall

Of your big ol' pretend mine

Well the good Lord's coming

And he ain't said nothin'

'Bout bringing no dollars and dimes

So gimme a coin if you got it

And if you don't well that's just fine

You see, my Uncle's got a problem

Crooked as a coast oak tree

With fancy stores and offshore wars

And he says it's all for me

Well I'm gettin' sick of his old pal Dick

And their kissin' on the junket tours

You see, my Uncle's got a problem

But I think I found the cure

Well take every dime you make

And put it in the bank

Hoard it 'til you take your final breath

In life they say

There's just a few sure things

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer

And then there's death

Well I'm more skeptical than I oughta be

About tradin' odd commodities

Might be uncouth but it'd be one hell of a feat

So go on shout "Power!" from the tallest steeple

And give it back to the hands of the people

And out of the pockets of these rich jerks on Wall Street

Well take every dime you make

And put it in the bank

Hoard it 'til you take your final breath

Fly into space

But remember these sure things

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer

And then there's death

Well take every dime you make

And put it in the bank

Hoard it 'til you take your final breath

In life they say

There's just a few sure things

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer

And then there's death

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer

And then there's death

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer

And then there's death