Hotrod Frankie - Money Always Takes The Place Of Live | Текст песни

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Eternal evil
Yeah it stares behind the desk
A shark dressed up in money
Zombie secretary head
I wasn't looking for control
Or for a hand to hold
I got arrested on the way
I went for the police
But they were all over town
For the fireengines
But they were all upside down

It's not because Im dirty
Not because Im clean
Read all about me in the magazines

Innoncent in jail
Guilty on the street
Notify the the people of my needs
Why should they care
With bitter eyes
They've already paid the price
Money always takes the place of life

Yeah, do you see the running crowds
And do they serve an unknown end
If you live a certain place
Do you hurt a certain way?

It's a cemetery city
With a pace so boring slow
Looks like faded, crumbled secondhand clothes

The flies are buzzing
Feel a storm is coming on
On the T.V a teenage landlord
Hides his face and goes to court
It's the mouthpiece of a nation
With unhealthy gums
It's hard to keep your head above the ground

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