Jason & the Scorchers - If Money Talks | Текст песни

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Well a vial of love you used to save
But even that's distilled away
Locked inside a closet made of sand

Well the silver anesthetized your veins
Like the chilling damp December rains
How can you look at me as if you still don't see?

'Cause it's the last time around
I'm the final survivor in your heart's ghost town
It's the last time around

Well I watched the storm engulf you in
Like the death cries of a wounded friend
Just beyond the reach of Satan's grasp

And now I feel it in your baby's breath
You'll never find your hero's death
To ease the pain of always being sane

And like the snows of May
Will your spirit fade away
Like a spent gold mine it iw gone

Time will tell, we all will see
The Wrath of Judgment dancing free
Down the one way corridor of fame

But a question still can answer why
Like a baby's first baptism cry
Still do you fear, still do you hear

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