Bitcoiners Have Shit Cars — Sound Money Records — lyrics
Rust on the fender
Oil stain on the drive
Buttons missing on my work shirt
Still
I feel alive
Clock in
Clock out
I count it in my head
Hours I traded from my backbone
For numbers that bled
Bitcoiners have shit cars
And the same two pairs of jeans
But we learned the weight of hours
And what "forever" really means
Bitcoiners have shit cars
But my time ain't on a screen
I'm putting sweat into something solid
Holding value
Holding me
Friends got shiny leather
Brand tags on their sleeve
Flexing in the bar light
Maxed cards up their teeth
I drive past the showroom
Windows full of chrome
Then I think of all my graveyard shifts
And I'd rather own my own
Bitcoiners have shit cars
And the same two pairs of jeans
But we learned the weight of hours
And what "forever" really means
Bitcoiners have shit cars
But my time ain't on a screen
I'm putting sweat into something solid
Holding value
Holding me
Let it peel
Let it rattle (yeah)
Let 'em laugh when I roll by
I'm done trading all my daylight
For a logo and a lie
Bitcoiners have shit cars
And the same two pairs of jeans
But we learned the weight of hours
And what "forever" really means
Bitcoiners have shit cars
Go ahead and preen and preen
I'll be dirty
I'll be stubborn
But my labour's finally clean
Sound / Money