Got money, I'd do anything for you.
Got money, just tell me what you want me to.
Got money, nail me up against the wall.
Got money, don't want anything,
He wants it all.
You can't take it,
No, you can't take it,
No, you can't take that away from me.
No, you can't take it,
I said you can't take it,
You can't take that away from me.
Well, head like a hole,
Black as your soul,
I'd rather die,
Than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul,
I'd rather die,
Than give you contro-o-woah-o-woah.
Bow down before
The one you serve.
You're gonna get
What you deserve.
Got money, he's not lookin' for a cure.
Got money, he's not concerned about the sick among the pure.
Got money, let's go dancin' on the backs of the bruised!
Got money, he's not one to choose.
Oh, you can't take it,
No, you can't take it,
No, you can't take that away from me.
No, you can't take it,
Don't even try to take it,
'Cause you can't take that away from me.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul,
I'd rather die,
Than give you control.
Head like a hole,
Black as your soul,
I'd rather die,
Than give you contro-o-woah-o-woah.
Bow down before
The one you serve.
You're gonna get
What you deserve.
Darlin', honeypie,
You know I love you more than words can say...
But there's something I need to tell ya...
It's about your head.
Lately it's been looking a lot like -- well, kind of like a hole, actually.
It's all big, and black, and empty...
And...to be honest, it kinda reminds me of your soul.
And then when you take all of that
And combine it with the way you're trying to get me to give you control, well,
I'd rather die!
Bow down before
The one you serve.
You're gonna get
What you deserve.
Bow down before (Bow down before!)
The one you serve. (The one you serve..)
You're gonna get (You're gonna get, now)
What you deserve.
Ahhh...ahhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh.........ahh you got a head like a hole!