[Intro: harpsichord, a glass clink] Old money Cheers [Hook: smooth sneer, timpani hits] Old money don't run, old money don't sweat Old money don't apologize, it don't even regret Your whole life's a payment, mine's a hobby and a bet Old money, sweetheart, I ain't even spent it yet [Verse 1: unhurried, every word a smirk] Great-granddaddy took the river, made it paper at the mill Granddaddy bought the judges, Daddy bought the hill I was born with a trust and a nanny and a name Every door in the county knows the shape of the frame Nineteen, top down, put the coupe through a florist Glass in my collar and the roses all in my chorus Gardener's boy rode shotgun. Daddy made a call By sunrise the boy was the driver after all Eighteen months upstate for a wheel he never touched His mama sends a card every Christmas. Thanks so much I sent a fruit basket. Classy. Tasteful. Pears That's remorse when you're born at the top of the stairs [Flow switch: half-time drawl] Oh, you thought this was the part where I cry? I got a therapist for that. She bills by the sigh [Hook: smooth sneer, timpani hits] Old money don't run, old money don't sweat Old money don't apologize, it don't even regret Your whole life's a payment, mine's a hobby and a bet Old money, sweetheart, I ain't even spent it yet [Verse 2: sharper, quicker] You call it privilege like it's somethin' I should hide I call it the oldest kind of luck, the kind you ride You workin' doubles for a down payment on a closet I'm yawnin' at a gala signin' checks I never audit River's still brown, so I donated a fountain Cut the ribbon, smiled, let the cameras do the countin' Mayor shook my hand with the hand that he votes Preacher blessed the water, then I paid off his notes Everybody hates me till the invitations land Then they're fightin' at the door just to shake the hand [Bridge: harpsichord alone, dark choir hums under, spoken] Every portrait in this hallway did worse than me Every one of 'em died warm, in a bed, in their sleep That's the secret, sweetheart Nobody comes Nobody ever comes [Beat Switch: double-time orchestral drums, timpani rolls, choir rising] March across the lawn, I'll send out lemonade Chant it at the gate, the gardener's boy will pour it, he's back from upstate Write it in the paper, sweetheart, we own the paper and the trees and the fuckin' river that it's made in Wait on your karma, karma's got a price I been buyin' it in bulk, and I keep it on ice [Final Hook: choir swells, timpani] Old money don't run, old money don't sweat Old money don't apologize, it don't even regret Your whole life's a payment, mine's a hobby and a bet Old money, sweetheart, I ain't even spent it yet [Outro: harpsichord, one laugh, a glass clink] Somebody get the door Not you Him
