better left dead - Million dollar mansion Lyrics

I'm throwin' dollar bills, shoot to thrill Snortin' candy in my coupe de ville
If this soul sells, I know it well I tried hard, if you could not tell
And I said, writin' songs all night long Will get you nowhere and nowhere's far
And there's a little place out of state And you'd be smart just to stay away

So you got a record deal, you'll be on TMZ Singin' your songs on the TV
You'll get a big-ass house and a fancy car And then they'll throw you out in the wind
Like you were back then Tell em you a washed-up has-been
And you'll sit alone, cause that's all you are In your million dollar mansion

It's a rat race to the bottom Hear them holler from the column
And you can't win or you'll go insane You're gonna sell that soul for an ounce of pain
You'll be throwin' dollar bills, shootin' to thrill Snortin' candy in your coupe de ville
You sold your soul and you did it well I know you tried, but I couldn't tell

So you got a record deal, you'll be on TMZ Singin' your songs on the TV
You'll get a big-ass house and a fancy car And then they'll throw you out in the wind
Like you were back then Tell em you a washed-up has-been
And you'll sit alone, cause that's all you are In your million dollar mansion