Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is - Sleeze Beez

I’m sick and tried of waiting

And not having a clue

Sick as a dog from hangin' 'round

I’m sick and tired of you!

You got me where you want me

I’m like a loaded gun

I got an itchy finger, baby

I’m gonna get me some

And it’s bad for you

Ain’t nothin' you can do, you can do

All your dollars don’t make sense to me

Put your money where your mouth is

Don’t be selfish, call my bluff

You call me anything you can

If I can’t stand the heat

Then tell me, who the hell can

Your promises don’t buy me to think

They just cover me in sympathy

And don’t play (Bad habits!)

Bad day (Tough luck!)

Been workin' like a dog

But it’s never enough for you

Bad for you

Don’t worry, I’ll pull through, hey

How 'bout you

'Cause all your dollars don’t make sense to me

Put your money where your mouth is

And let the bullshit walk!