ATM lyrics

I pulled up at the A.T.M.

I pulled up at the A.T.M.

My, what a rich fool I am

I spit it out and I tell the truth

I spit it out and I tell the truth

Money is simply the root

Don't bullshit the bullshitter

Don't bullshit the bullshitter

It takes gold to live like a king

It takes gold to live like a king

In the midnight hour baby

When the truth comes down

I don't need no doctor

Hangin' around

Can I get a whiff now?

Can I come on strong?

Every tricky rock star

Just rubs me wrong

Hey!

The leaders of rock don't rock

The leaders of rock don't rock

This bothers me quite a lot

You get old and you need it more

You get old and you need it more

It's pullin' your ass off the floor

I hang out at the A.T.M.

I hang out at the A.T.M.

The Stooges fight poverty in secret

The Stooges fight poverty in secret

The Stooges fight poverty in secret

Can I get a whiff now baby?

Can I come on strong?

Every tricky dickhead

Has got it wrong

Woo!

• Artist:The Stooges
• Album:The Weirdness (2007)