[Verse 1] One hundred percent cents Up under a debt fence Up wondering dead tense No slumber for then since My rumbling head spins With nothing but ten tenths Incensed with cents… I wonder whats next? Tents? I'm humble but that's bent No trouble for them? Meh… I'm stumbling stagnant A struggle to have rent I'm lucky I have them My loving and last friends But suddenly past tense If only I had sense… [Hook] One hundred percent cents… One hundred percent cents Up under a debt fence One hundred percent cents… I wonder whats next? Tents? I'm humble but that's bent One hundred percent cents… I'm lucky I have them My loving and last friends One hundred percent cents… But suddenly past tense If only I had sense… [Verse 2] One hundred percent cents I'm smothered and intense That something is dead scent It's bludgeoned with lead dents Would somebody have sense And bloody my dense head? I can sense the cents… When it jingles in pants lint With nothing but red cents And a bundle of intent Can't grumble to invent Or get dumped in quick sec I'm stuck in sh** mess Where up is a big step A puzzling thing yes If only I had sense… [Hook] One hundred percent cents… One hundred percent cents Up under a debt fence One hundred percent cents… I wonder whats next? Tents? I'm humble but that's bent One hundred percent cents… I'm lucky I have them My loving and last friends One hundred percent cents… But suddenly past tense If only I had sense…