IVANNAZAROV Not a Dollar

Static on the radio, spitting out the news
Everybody marching in their matching little shoes
They want a little puppet hanging on a silver string
Smiling for the camera, kissing up the king
Well, I ain't made of paper and I ain't made of gold
I'm never gonna put my middle finger on a hold
You can keep the table and you can keep the fee
'Cause I am not a dollar, so you don't gotta like me!


No, I ain't a dollar!
You don't gotta like me!
Spit it out, spit it out!
No, I ain't a dollar!
You don't gotta like me!
Run it out, run it out!

Riding through the shadows with the bassline low
Chasing down a fever that you'll never really know
You want a pretty picture hanging on the wall
Waiting for the ceiling and the plaster to fall
I didn't come to please you, I didn't come to play
I'm walking down the middle of a broken-glass way
Keep your pocket change and keep your sympathy
'Cause I am not a dollar, so you don't gotta like me!


No, I ain't a dollar!
You don't gotta like me!
Spit it out, spit it out!
No, I ain't a dollar!
You don't gotta like me!
Run it out, run it out!

Heavy metal guitar crunch, sliding through the dust
Everything you built is turning into ash and rust
Count your little coins, count your little friends
See where every single yellow-brick road ends
Count 'em up! Count 'em up!



No, I ain't a dollar!
You don't gotta like me!
Spit it out, spit it out!
No, I ain't a dollar!
You don't gotta like me!
Run it out, run it out!


Not a dollar
Never been a dollar
Keep your change
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