Cleaning house

Go flash some dollar signs, surely they will all come a flocking. Meanwhile I've got nothing to hide the holes in my pocket, the holes where the money drains out. At least I rest easy knowing my hands are clean from dealing with the scum and the lost souls hiding up in the trees. Loneliness surely can get to you though. Where did all the real people go? Into the foliage, lost to lack of self control.