A shitty job 12 hours a day
A rattling car as a chunky can
Leaks in the roof
An empty fridge
Holes in my socks
Holes in my teeth

My neighbor's wife drives me insane
She passes by looking down on me
Next time I'll park
My four wheeled crap
Would hit their Jaguar
And set it on fire

She stares at me
She wets her lips
My blood is pumping
It can't be real
She starts to walk
With bouncing hips
Lust in her eyes
She spits on me

Oh, what do you want?
Sell your soul for money
And you'll get alone

Suddenly awaken covered in sweat
Two hotties under my silken sheets
A beauty lady
Breakfast to bed
In shiny silver
And golden plates

A crazy party dressed in etiquette
Champagne and caviar as a snack
Playing black Jack
Smoking cigars
Glittering jewels
And my neighbor's wife

She stares at me
She wets her lips
My blood is pumping
It can't be real
She starts to dance
She takes my love
And put it into
In to her!

Oh, what do you want?
Sell your soul for money
And you'll get alone

Oh, what do you want?
Sell your soul for money
And you'll get alone

Oh, what do you want?
Sell your soul for money
And you'll get alone