Lyrics:

Adam AntMarco PirroniYou think that I'm amde of moneyYou've got something coming honeyThis ain't no land of milk and
honeyMy accountant thinks that's funnyInstead of trying to use your brainsYou sit round and suck my veinsYour kind of rat
belongs in drainsYou're gonna get aroundYou like all those big fancy carsTrendy people and their wine barsBut your lying wi
ll leave its scarsGet around, get on your horseYou think that I'm made of reddiesThat makes me choke on my ShreddiesI may s
mile and act so sunnyBut this boy is not your dummyMarriages are made in heavenSo what the hell happened to mine?