Deus Me Dê Grana
Camisa de Vênus
God Give Me Money
Lord, I'll tell you
I never asked like this
I always prayed for others
But this time it's for me.
I lost everything I had
I know I messed up a lot
But if you can't find my pocket, God
Please put it in my wallet.
If I stay here stuck in this endless nonsense
Soon, soon the cops will be after me
You're all good, you're the owner of paradise
So lend me some change, God, that's all I need
God, give me money
God, please
God, give me money
Your son is in deep trouble
Your son is in deep trouble
Early in the morning someone knocks on my door
It's the landlady I dreamed was dead
I jump out the window in a hurry
But it's very hard, God, with an empty stomach
God, give me money
God, please
God, give me money
Your son is in deep trouble
Your son is in deep trouble
When that blonde who lives next door passes by
Just imagining it gets me super excited
But how can I love a decent fight
If I even lack toothpaste, God, to brush my teeth
God, give me money
God, please
God, give me money
Your son is in deep trouble
Your son is in deep trouble
Lord, I know you're a cool guy
I also know that hardship was never my fate
I gladly accept any windfall
You can give it to me by check, God, or in dollars if you can
God, give me money
God, please
God, give me money
Your son is in deep trouble
Your son is in deep trouble (2x)
