Written by Chris Trapper
    Transcribed by Gerrit (http://thepushstars.com)
    As performed by The Push Stars on Opening Time


Well I'm tired of getting ripped off
Taking minimum wage from a boss who got brains that are soft
And I'm tired of mopping the floor counting my drawer
I get my check and wonder what did I work for
I burnt out my body, I freeze dried my brain
In a polyester uniform and grease stains
Now I need to find a dream or a scheme
Or the courage just to jump off the train

'Cause I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire
I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire

How long can you live on macaroni and cheese
How long can you live with the holes in the knees of your jeans
How many times do you jump start your car
Before you see junk yard's closer than a drink at the bar

When I was a kid 
I had lemonade stand
I made two dollars
But it felt like fifty grand
I had my own place
Worked at my own pace
And there was no heavy lifting
And no sweat on my face

Now I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire
I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire

...Ever since I started working
...Every single day in my life has been worse than the day before it

I want to be the American Dream
I want to learn the handshakes
Smile while I'm back stabbing
I want a blonde in a black limosine
Who's drinking Don Perignon
And using me for my money
Makes the world go around
But you never never hear the awful sond 
Of the devil sucking your soul
Now your head is a wreck and your heart is a hole

And I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire
I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire

I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire
I've got to find a way, someday, someday
To be a millionaire

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Monday, February 5, 2001.