The Curse lyrics

Give a prayer to the purse Can a blessing really be a curse Is it right, is it wrong, or is it even worse Well I'll tell you for the prize you descend But you don't know where the path will end In the grave with the handle on the things you crave Would it please you to say that I'm with you all the way Well I can't and I won't 'cause it kills me just the same In a cold, cold sweat I'm awakened by a plastic ring It's the thought of a million person sonic fling So you say what you say but it doesn't matter anyway It's ok as long as you just stay away from me now Only the rich die young