Paroles de Money in the bank

One Man Army

pochette album Money in the bank
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Date de parution : 28/08/2012

Durée : 0:02:52

Style : Alternative



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From the suburbs to the piers
I found an anchor to hold me here
A slice of the rich upper crust
All the while maintaining their trust
The indignities of the poor and the social elite
I suffer each and every day
As i count what i've taken

They trust me with every dime
And even pay me for my time
As the cars keep rolling in
I thank god for an easy way out
A way they know nothing about
As the cars keep rolling in

A punk is what they see
They'll never relate to me
I don't care for the finer things
And i sure as fuck don't need them
The smug upper class
Looking to write off one more tax
They're going nowhere fast
As i take their hard earned cash

They trust me with every dime
And even pay me for my time
As the cars keep rolling in
I thank god for an easy way out
A way they know nothing about
As the cars keep rolling in

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