"Everything I Need" lyrics - TIM ARMSTRONG

Everything you touch turns to gold
For the sake of profit, it's like your soul
You may look at me and think that I'm a joke
And I may look at you, think I'd rather be broke

I got everything I need right here
I got everything I need right here
I got everything right here

And you may steal and cheat, climb as high as you can
And in the graveyard you may be the richest man
And none of that means nothing when you're dead and gone
And them angels sing your last song