Dollar $tore Young the Giant

[Verse 1]
You love to taste it
Dirty mind
You're sick and twisted
Appetite
I'll do yours, if you do mine

[Verse 2]
Everyone folds for the dollar
You sold your soul
And everyone you know
For the dollar
White collar style stick up

[Verse 3]
Oh, twisted brother
Blow kisses
Ripped off distant daughter
I collect souls, I collect
I collect souls, I collect
Oh, retail Jesus
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
I've been banging on your door
Open up before I burn shit down

[Verse 4]
Evil urges
Angels may shield their eyes
I will climb
Voices wailing
"It's all about the money babe"