Flashback of a Poor Man - Warhead

today was the day, money I didn’t have

they came to me in their white coats

and took my kidneys and my heart

now my body’s bloody cold,

my signature was my grave!

sign your name and you’ll be free,

take the money and feel good

pay your debts, it’s all okay,

20.000 you have got

I give you one year to pay back

and take your organs if you don’t

now you know about the consequence,

so we’ll meet in one year

I knew I couldn’t get a job these days,

so where could I find my way out

20.000 dollars were too much,

the doc, he knew I had no chance

poverty was my gallows pole,

the rich were dancing on my grave

and isn’t it disgusting, man,

I wasn’t dead, I was alive

it’s not a tale, man, this is true,

I paid my debts with my life

it’s not a vision of tomorrow,

those things happen today

if you’ve got money, you’ll get new teeth,

you’ll get new skin and a new heart

but as a poor man

you will see your own flashback start