Wake up one morning, face down on the floor

Can't recall anything from the night before

Call me useless and you call me a mess, now

I call it progress and a fucking success, now

A Generational, hypocritical shit

Voted most likely to have a nervous breakdown

Gimme 1 for never sober, and 2 for never bowing out

Took a long damn time just to fucking get here

All the hours put into giving no shits, and wasting paychecks

Breaking hearts and dodging Train wrecks

Build it up to burn it down

I'm a lit match in a room full of kerosene lamps

You're spilling and sloshing, I'm striking and droppin', now

And who'd a thought burning out could ever be this fun

Because I work for my money

Work for my money

Work for my money

And I ain't givin' shit back

I guess growing up isn't half as bad

Blacking out on a Sunday

A slave to no one

Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale

'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act

To all the times we'd soon forget

The ones we lost and deep regrets

Because I work for my money

And I ain't givin' shit back

We're all bleeding, bleeding from your throats

Well, they'll bleed you dry, but they won't take mine

'Cuz I know they're bullshit always floats

Made it Ma, I'm on top of the world

It's a cage-match with me, myself, and my dreams, now

And I'm crushin' 'em harder, no mercy, no pardon, now

And who'd a thought winning bronze could ever be this fun

Because I work for my money

Work for my money

Work for my money

And I ain't givin' shit back

I guess growing up isn't half as bad

Blacking out on a Sunday

A slave to no one

Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale

'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act

To all the times we'd soon forget

The ones we lost and deep regrets

Because I work for my money

And I ain't givin' shit back

I said, I work for my money

And I ain't givin' you nothin'