How Much Do You Pay? Lyrics - Singles - Eyedea

No one really understands the experience that change lives 

That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste 

So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly 

painted on a robotic face 

But not this man, he played the bucket with his hands 

And got paid but it was change people dropped in his can 

twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by description 

But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that position 

But I've never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes 

As he blistered fingers paint down on the plastic 

And in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense 

While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic 

He sits on the corner of 7th and 1st 

And I was thirsty for a question anyone would nurse 

One day I asked he why he gave up his career 

He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" then he added 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play 

So I took in what was said but I didn't accept it 

Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it 

I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now would 

improve my future existence somehow 

So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the street 

And I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you gather 

He said, to your surprise I make enough to eat 

And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters 

He looked me in my face and told me I was a puppet 

And what I do is no more important than playing a bucket 

I still hear his voice when I set my alarm before bed 

I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play 

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor 

Carry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper 

Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the 

deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot 

survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls and 

called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough 

to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my frenzy 

When I taught my man playing away on his drum 

Something clicked in my brain and I became less dumb 

I'm working for bread crumbs 

Pretending there's a meaning 

But my employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating 

And one day, I'll be old and retired 

Looking at my life like what a waste of good fire 

All because school never taught me how to be inspired 

And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn't hire 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you play 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

Make Money and die that's the American Way 

But hey, here's my application, how much do y'all pay