Capital Gains

You can find me on the side of a road
That used to be a river
Taking money and advice
From a strung out indian giver

Yeah, the paper in my hand
Is worth more than its weight in anything
You better pony up, boy
And start paying those capital gains

Capital gains

Yeah, I've seen the white girls
Deliver what a brother needs
But the one hand's copping a feel
While the other bleeds

You can promise the moon and the stars
To an uptown dame
But when the chips hit the table
You'll be paying those capital gains

Capital gains

You can find my be down by the road

Capital gains