Making money out of paper, making paper out of trees We’re making so much money we can hardly breathe - Todd Snider

A man once said that the pinnacle of success
Was when you've finally lost interest
In money, compliments, and publicity
A noble enough idea I suppose
How on Earth he does this heaven only knows
I know I need a lot more of all three of those
Before I'll ever have the nerve to turn up my nose
At any money, or compliments, or publicity

With good behavior I'll be out in seven years
Don't worry over me or shed any tears
I've learned a lot in here and I know what a chance I blew
The next time I won't make the same mistake
I'll shoot the camera out too
I'm learning all kinds of things you can do
When you're broke

By the time that he mowed the last man down
He was high as he had ever been
Laughing to the sounds of the world going around
Completely unaware of the win
And while the papers would say he was scattered that day
He was pretty as a pitcher could be
The day Dock Ellis of the pittsburgh pirates
Threw a no hitter on lsd