When the cash runs out I have to get a job Eek out a living like some god damn slob When the cash runs out When the cash runs out I'll sell it all away I'll trade my guitars for a month of pay When the cash runs out When the cash runs out, and I know it will I'll be working for every dollar bill But I ain't trained for any of that shit Well, I'll have to take some classes, won't I? When the cash runs out I'll be just like you The 9-to-5 And the fucking commute When the cash runs out When the cash runs out I'll take a step down I'll tend some bar Like a fucking clown When the cash runs out When the cash runs out, it'll be bad news Probably take a knee in the pews And pray to God for some fucking luck But I don't think he'll care, no When the cash runs out It'll be the end Have to borrow money from some god damn friends When the cash runs out When the cash (hyuh!) runs out