Money can buy you a house
And money can buy you a pseudo-degree
Money can build you a studio
But it can't buy you integrity, no
You're good for nothing
I'll tell you something
I don't know much about recording arts
But for fifty thousand dollars a year
You'd think you'd learn how to pan guitars

When you can't keep a promise
You're just a liar
Step into my office
You're fucking fired
When you can't keep a promise
You're just a liar
Step into my office
Hey, Mike, you're fucking fired