Beautiful girl, clean as a whistle
Took my dollar at the tollbooth trestle
Got a government job
She don't really seem to care about it now
Beautiful girl, do the government hustle
Got your job in the fix with big city muscle
I'm pretty certain you won't ever wanna sleep with me again

'Cause you need more and more and more and more
And I can't get you off
Here's to your loss that's standing guard over your religion

Sixteen garage bands are playin'
In New York City on Memorial Day
Skinny little punks in smart dark suits
Like grooms on wedding cakes
Sixteen more got MC's sayin'
That the world is a lost, lyin' bitch
I shake the hand right off the man
Who swore he'd make me rich

Makin' that money in sediments rubble
With all your made-up legal trouble
It's startin' to look a little bit more like a con-game to me now

I give you more and more and more and more
And still you can't get off
Here's to your loss that's standing guard over your religion
My bachelor friend got some cocaine trouble
Went to New York City as a family man
Said the devil needs money like anybody else
So I pay him whatever I can
But lately, all he talks about is himself in all his clout
And the long, long nights when the cocaine shouts
"Baby, you can't go home"

Well you take more and more and more and more
More and more and more and more
You take more and more and more and more
And still you can't get off
Here's to your loss standing guard over your religion

I would drink the water from their baths
Just to keep those devils off my back
I dreamed I slit their throats
And went back to work again

And when it all comes down
When you come to grips
As you keep the things
That you can't keep hid
Save your cruelest words
For the sweetest things
And your heartless friends say
"You know, baby, you're gonna look back..."
Well you take more and more and more and more
More and more and more and more
You take more and more and more and more
And still you can't get off
Here's to your loss standing guard over your religion