There goes the devil
Telling me to lie again
Puts his arm around me
Says it's all right to pretend
That you can get more than you give

And he wears a raincoat
That celebrities have autographed
And they're working for him
On his secret special staff
He gets a couple more
Sent to him every week

Dear God
I hate to say I'm sorry
But I
Just wanted you to love me
Even though I still love money

There goes the devil
Creeping in my life's design
So where does it get you
Being such a damn nice guy
I've trying to reach you
Ever since you bought that suit and tie
Man you look nice

And dear God
I hate to say I'm sorry
But I
Just wanted you to love me
Even though I still love money

And dear God
I hate to turn the tables
But I just hate waiting tables
In my mid-twenties

I need more money
I started out helping others
We started out sisters brothers
And all of my time was taken
All of my taxes paid
I am not my brother's keeper
Staring at the old grim reaper
Waving down his blade at me
Telling me I won't succeed

Dear God
I hate to say I'm sorry
But I
Just wanted you to love me
Even though I still love money

Oh, whoa

Dear God
I hate to turn the tables on you
But I
Just hate waiting tables
In my mid-twenties now

I need more money