Count The Pegs - Big Eyes

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