Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

I’m sick and tried of waiting
And not having a clue
Sick as a dog from hangin' 'round
I’m sick and tired of you!
You got me where you want me
I’m like a loaded gun
I got an itchy finger, baby
I’m gonna get me some
And it’s bad for you
Ain’t nothin' you can do, you can do
All your dollars don’t make sense to me
Put your money where your mouth is
Don’t be selfish, call my bluff
You call me anything you can
If I can’t stand the heat
Then tell me, who the hell can
Your promises don’t buy me to think
They just cover me in sympathy
And don’t play (Bad habits!)
Bad day (Tough luck!)
Been workin' like a dog
But it’s never enough for you
Bad for you
Don’t worry, I’ll pull through, hey
How 'bout you
'Cause all your dollars don’t make sense to me
Put your money where your mouth is
And let the bullshit walk!