Laugh Ourselves to Death

If I could bring you to The water's edge I could drown all our money, All our money, all our money And broke and free Bet I'd make you sing From the crow's nest Spit on the rich and Hah, laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Bus driver, get me out of here We can't live in a house that's built on dollars And in sense because we don't have either But I got your back cause You built mine out of brick! Hah, laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death My Mother's Mother, fetched the coal at night Tucked her fire and fed it to the meek and we lived in Black and white Just like royalty Cause that's all we need, Oh to make the rich bleed. Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death Laugh ourselves to death --- Laugh Ourselves to Death - Envy on the Coast