Letra de Two Cent

What is the cost of your life - your prize to be paid in modern times Just need to know to see what's mine - not much I guess so we'll all be fine Rotten pieces is wath we've been made By the preachers that have formed our ways Open your hands earn some coins tonight - we are low-fare men for their delight I will buy your soul to get you in line - fill your pockets to have you on my side these are the morals i've been taught - these are the rules we are living by Best of friends we're going to be - that's what greedy eyes keep on feeling me