Letra de Single Millionaires

There's a man on the corner with his hands tightly to his hat so it won't blow away
With a girl, with her hands in her pockets holding tightly to her money so she won't blow it today

Its all the same, everyday

When he gets home from work, there's his children already in bed without seeing his face today
And the girl, with empty pockets, spent her money, she might as well throw her wallet in the fireplace

Cause she is the L and he is the O for us, Liars Out there
And she is the V and he is the E for the Violence in Everyone
And we might spell you, we're nothing like you

And when his kids grow up old and have children of their own they swear they will never wear the same size hat their father wears
And the girl, now a women, says she's happy, and thanks god for jewelry and single millionaires

Cause she is H and he is the O for us, Humble Orphans
And she is the P and he is the E for Potential in Everyone
And we might spell you, we're nothing like you