Apathy - The Buck Stops Here lyrics

I get the paper, so I don't care
I get the paper, so I don't care

You ever have a dollar bill
Sittin' in your pocket?
Pull it out and take a
Deeper look at this object
Think of all it's seen
From the jeans of crack fiends
To doctors' Docker pants, stop to glance
See what I mean?
Same dollar bill that's stuffed
In a stripper's thong
Could be the same dollar bill that's
Out shoppin' with your mom
Same dollar bill buyin' drugs for junkies
Is the same dollar bill for
Your kid's lunch money think about it
A dollar bill slips through stores
Everybody's touched one, whether rich or poor
You probably got a dollar in
Your birthday card before but days before
It coulda been used to pay for whores
Still can't see it? Let me set you straight
The dollar grandmothers place
On collection plates
Politicians roll for blow on Election Day
Hold to their nose until 5-0's investigate
It's underneath pillows when kids
Lose their teeth
The reason why crews'll beef
And lose their teeth
It fuels deceit, breathe it in deep
The dollar's oxygen
Imagine seein' life through the
Eyes of George Washington

I get money, money I got i get money
I get money, money I got
I get the paper so, I don't care

Handed to a man in the
Corner store for lottery
Taken from that man in the store in a robbery
Given to some kid on the block for a rock
Which is stacked in the pile and
Gets rolled up in the knot
Then it's given to a man in a van for a Glock
But that man in the van just
Got caught by the cops
So, it's given to the cops
So the man isn't locked
Then the cops split it up
So the cash isn't hot
The dollar bill's just a small
Percentage of the whole
It's better to spend that excess cheddar slow
Keep it very basic
Gotta be sure to cover your bases
Pull it from the money clip
A tip for the waitress
The waitress is an actress
She wants to be famous
Her teeth are fucked up
So she goes to get braces
She screams for a taxi, hops in the back seat
The cab has an accident and
Crashed on the back street
She's flung to the concrete
Her purse explodes
Leavin' several single dollar bills
Scattered in the road
A breeze lifts a dollar in
The air where it's blown
In front of a child's home
Where she plays alone
Now she walks down the street
Happier than before
Ringin' bells on the door when
She enters the store
And with a smile from the
Clerk when the transaction's done
In steps a man with a gun

I get money, money I got i get money
I get money, money I got
I get the paper so, I don't care