Count The Pegs

[Verse 1]
Your brass as straws to be the boss
Comes at a cost gone for instinct look [?]
I’ve had enough quit acting tough I’ve called your bluff
And the kids don’t make you richer
So get off your [?] and stake your claim
Don’t turn I’m blasting into a curse so before you count the pigs
And wipe the slate to me I’ll change as much for worse
Too late it’s time made up my mind it’s do your front and [?]
Here is the thing still feel the sting but you’re a spring opposite in [?]
So get off your [?] and stake your claim
Don’t turn I’m blasting into a curse so before you count the pigs
And wipe the slate to me I’ll change as much for worse
Sure it’s all the villager turn the blessing into a curse
Make a change for the worse
Turn a blessing into a curse