The SaleThe Grit

He done worked so hard, did all so that they could live.
22 years strong, he gave all that he had to give.
But now his work is gone, he's out of luck.
The fat cats just don't give a fuck.
Budget cuts, they packed up.
Now Mexico's got trucks for sale.

The sale: do anything to make that sale.
The sale: do anything to make that motherfuckin dollar bill.

She never had no one to teach her how much she's worth.
Now she found a way to get some funds in her purse.
Put on her tall shoes and small dress.
She never knew that she was blessed.
She's going to lose, she don't know what's next.
Young girl got her sex for sale.

The sale: do anything to make that sale.
The sale: do anything to make that motherfuckin dollar bill.

Would you sell your soul for a piece of gold?
Would you lose your mind just to get your dime?
Would you rock some sleaze just to get your cheese?
Step right up, kids! Step right up!
Get your money money; even if it's dirty money.
Fuck your fuckin money; money don't rule my world.

They have no regard, they all think they are above the law.
They don't make their own shit, they just want to take it all.
They think they're bad.They think they're tough.
If they need to, they'll get rough.
It's on if you call their bluff.
Thug punks got your stuff for sale.

The sale: do anything to make that sale.
The sale: do anything to make that motherfuckin dollar bill.

Words and music by Jonny Sonic