Two Bux
Erik Paulson, Stephen Paulson
Better now that we never talk
But I still play by rules
Lust and greed, they freak me out
But I see the allure
Look over my shoulder
As if it even exists
Moralistic musing in the
Gas station, like
Two bux
For the right protection
For a few fucks
Maybe it's worth it
Will my God die
I never believe in me
Upset if I break the rules
Never took you serious
But your guilt still touches me
It must be all that second-hand faith
Rubbing off on me
I always liked the music
Maybe that's how they got to me
Here I am all alone now thinking
About how
Just two bux
Ooh, they get me feeling
Like I'm fucked up
Maybe it's worth it
Will my God die
Christ you don't believe in me
Upset if I break your rules