When the cash runs out
I have to get a job
Eke out a living like some god damn slob
When the cash runs out

When the cash runs out
I'll sell it all away
I'll trade my guitars for a month of pay
When the cash runs out

When the cash runs out, and I know it will
I'll be working for every dollar bill
But I ain't trained for any of that shit
Well, I'll have to take some classes, won't I?

When the cash runs out
I'll be just like you
The 9-to-5
And the fucking commute
When the cash runs out

When the cash runs out
I'll take a step down
I'll tend some bar
Like a fucking clown
When the cash runs out
When the cash runs out, it'll be bad news
Probably take a knee in the pews
And pray to God for some fucking luck
But I don't think he'll care, no

When the cash runs out
It'll be the end
Have to borrow money from some god damn friends
When the cash runs out

When the cash (hyuh!) runs out