Despot – Get Rich or Try Dying Lyrics


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The "told ya so" kid, looking like he's itching to sing
The day hell got cold, selling plane tickets to pigs
Time-tested method for turning a fat chance slim

No win diet, push whatever's bad back in
And that grin's there as proof, first place tastes beautiful
A cookie for the straightest faces, spilled milk's funeral
Snooping through the dark for a tall glass to dip it in
Shooting at his feet only trying to see what he stepping in
So far just the street, at least making use of the weapon hand
No promise to keep a set forcing them all to guess again
Food stuck in the bristles, every brush with death tickles
'Round the mouth the whistle creation of birth in the middle

When the pistol swivel towards the sunny spot he chose to sit in
Holding hands up, flashing a joy buzzer, just kiddin
Then a spark and a single shot that start the face sinkin
Caught the bullseye blinking, thought of that using thinkin

Get rich or try dying, life for the buying
Out went the beating hearts and in went the diamonds
Frown when the bleeding starts and grin cause it's shining
Here's to the late great man who left smiling
What a guy - he never died while he was alive
Slap him five - he never died while he was alive
Say goodbye - he never died while he was alive
Six million ways, never gave one a try

"Dig for the gold, dig for the gold
Dig, for the gold
I'll be a rich man in China, before I grow old"

Here lies the hair that he split from ten paces
And the gun still blazing, how's that for patience?
Hammer clapping off, another story for the ages
Snuff dug up snug in the backs of the turned pages
Like, "Move or the chapter that you're standing in gets it!"
For the record he only did it to teach a lesson
So hang your hat on the bullet sleeping take it as a blessin'
That chalk outline is stretching big so everyone can get in
Listen for the best and discover the fastest way to quiet
Tune in to that terrible screaming they call silent
'Til heaven's trembling hand is there to scratch open your eyelids
This nickel pitched between the fingers find today's lottery prizes
Scraping up shotty is how you fight it's for the feeding frenzy
Tripped over a treasure chest while in hot pursuit of a penny
The shiniest shopping cart chock full of that new alchemy
Tin cans to paper and he dragged it off happily


Caught a shiny glint and thought he finally hit luck
Then a snake in the garden jumped out that can of mixed nuts
Snap it shut quick enough and show it how the lid cut
Short end of the stick taped to something big, still tough
One man's garbage is another man's big bluff
Dog got a new hold, opportunity's fist-stuck
And he's blue from the wrist up
, hunting that stubborn payload
Holding breaths for Jack, caught on the wrong end of the rainbow
Thumbing the goldrush with the ring flipped so the name shows
Other four fingers crossed hard enough to break bones
Sharp enough to stay gold, claim a chunk for free
Now it's hundreds of the same stone worth its weight in debris
But at least he gets to say he chipped away and got a piece
Before he figured out there's ones about, there's nothing here to see

But I still poke at every X next to a tree
So you probably know the words a little better than me

[Hook to fade]

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