Lyrics
Well I'm on my way to a good life .
Or that's what it seems .
Out here living.
This American dream .
I hear all of the people.
Are they able to see ?
Teresa one day at a time .
Life's a fantasy.
Well evil needs no money .
And money don't grow on trees . .
One day the good lord .
Will bring you to your knees .
I could say I'm OK.
Happy that I breathe.
Some day I hope I.
Learn to be free .
They say that I'm evil.
Taking all those things.
One day we will read about .
Those crazy little dreams.
Let's all look into the wind .
Burden on our eyes.
Suffer through the manuscript.
The story of your lies .
They say that money is evil.
And money don't grow on trees .
One of these days you'll.
Fall down to your knees.
