There goes the devil, telling me to lie again, puts his arm around me, says its alright to pretend that you can get more than you give
And he wears a raincoat, that celebrities have autographed because they're working for him on his special staff, he gets a couple more 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
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money
There goes the devil, creeping in my life's design, where does it get you, being such a damn nice guy
I've been trying to reach you, ever since you bought that suit and tie
Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
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 and
I'm not my brother's keeper, staring at the old grim reaper waving down his blade at me, telling me I can'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
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money
