Single Millionaires - Brighten

There’s a man on the corner with his hands tightly to his hat so it won’t blow

away

With a girl, with her hands in her pockets holding tightly to her money so she

won’t blow it today

Its all the same, everyday

When he gets home from work, there’s his children already in bed without seeing

his face today

And the girl, with empty pockets, spent her money, she might as well throw her

wallet in the fireplace

Cause she is the L and he is the O for us, Liars Out there

And she is the V and he is the E for the Violence in Everyone

And we might spell you, we’re nothing like you

And when his kids grow up old and have children of their own they swear they

will never wear the same size hat their father wears

And the girl, now a women, says she’s happy, and thanks god for jewelry and

single millionaires

Cause she is H and he is the O for us, Humble Orphans

And she is the P and he is the E for Potential in Everyone

And we might spell you, we’re nothing like you