Aching, rests his hands from the bruises caused by stamping ... again.
Oh, feelin' maybe he'll see a little better rank today 
Oh, George, Abe, faces that he sees time again are quite familiar.
Oh, red ink, he can't help what makes him happy, looks insane.

Every day, bills arrive like butterflies.
Oh, there he goes, as he stamps and stamps away!
Oh, someday yet, his bills will get their hits again ... hits again ... hits again ...

Lyin', telling the cashier that he got the bills that way, oh yeah.
Oh, prayin' the FRBs won't just throw them all away.
Pleadin', asking the cashier for his twenty's change in singles
Stampin'? Few and far between are the legal codes today!

Every day, bills arrive like butterflies
Oh, there he goes, as he stamps and stamps away!
Someday yet, his bills will get their hits again.
In others' hands, as they go so far away ... so far away ... so far away
Yeah! Woo! Ah yeah! Stamp it up!

Every day, bills arrive like butterflies
Oh, there he goes, as he stamps and stamps away!
Someday yet, his bills will get their hits again.
In others' hands, as they go so far away ... so far away ... so far away

[Mumbling] They came. They came and I stamped them. They came and I stamped them and I walked into the store and I spent them and just walked away....
 

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete ... again.
Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days ooh yeah.
Oh, Hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar.
Oh, Dark grin, he can't help when he's happy looks insane.

Even flow ... thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again ... life again ... life again ....

Kneelin' looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read ooh yeah
Oh prayin' now to something that has never showed him anything
Feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame

Even flow ... thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away ... lead him away ... lead him away.
Yeah! Woo! Ah yeah! Funk it up!

Even flow ... thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away ... lead him away ... lead him away.

[Mumbling] I died. I died and you just stood there. I died and you watched me. I died and you walked by and said, 'No, I'm dead'."