Sold my soul inside a handbasket

Been misled had a question forgot to ask it

Floating down this river of heartache and missed dreams

They all see me struggling but seem to ignore my screams

I want to become a billionaire and drive a rust bucket

You may say I'm cheap I'll just sigh and say fuck it

8 bedrooms and 15 baths

My children don't come to visit but I think they'd have a blast

And I had to send my gold ring back

Waking to a dream of depravity and bluster

Got a note for this mansion I bought on credit

Banker said he could make it work so they lent it

Some lady named Fanny called when I couldn't pay the note

Said she was sorry and would really like to help

I'm living in my rust bucket what the hell does she mean

Now was that you that told me to come down off the mountain

Gravity is taking hold and I must of drank from the wrong fountain

Keep your hands inside the ride at all times