Hundred Dollars
Mike Doughty / Soul Coughing
Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on
I know you, lord, are a jealous lord
I know the tablet is your competition
And I need for you to be reasonable
(How much? She said: for three hundred dollars, I'll do it.')
Beating me down just like a rain storm
I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on
I know the skin is a jealous skin
I know the sky, it is its competition
And I need for you to be reasonable
(How much? She said 'for three hundred dollars, I'll do it)