Gather

Damn, I wish I had a hundred dollars

I wish it all made sense

I wish we wasn't pushing in a hooptie

But Johnny's car got us far, I admit

I wish that I could hold a fucking job down

I wish my bars had sense

I wish a dream didn't cost a dollar

But is a dream still a dream if you rich?

Working so much, we don't ever talk now

But I need large payments

I wish that when I'm calling you'd pick up now

But our dreams turn to cream when you pressed