Matt Pless - singer, songwriter, musician

You can hit rock bottom on top of the world, look around kid, you’re out on your own.

Take your front-row seat put it out on the street at the corner called Home Sweet Home.

If your down and out better take some advice from a junkman singing the blues.

Find the sunny-side up on a rotten egg, now ya’ aint got nothing to lose.

You can waste the best years of your life away while you’re working that 9 to 5.

But it don’t make cents when you’re late on the rent. Hey brother can you spare a dime?

Because I ain’t got money, I ain’t got no money, ain’t got no money at all.

Yeah, I lost my honey, guess it’s kinda funny. I wonder if she loved me at all?

Because I ain’t got money, I ain’t got no money, ain’t got no money at all.

When the road gets bumpy where’s my Mr. Lucky. Ain’t got no money at all.

You can hang your hat on the discount rack in the second-hanf clothing line.

Yeah, we’re stuck in a rut, but we can party it up like it’s 1929.

And now they’re burning all the mansions down in Beverly Hills ‘cause a riots just something to prove.

In a tale of two cities, let’s show the great Gatsby what a town without pity can do.

You can live the dream. so you’ll die like a king ‘cause a fairy tale told you so.

But you’ll just end up shaking coins in a cup, and they’ll call it your pot of gold.