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letra de money - smoove & turrell

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battalions of bedlam boys
hit the town every night
clenched up fist, drunken tongue
bound to cause a fight
outsiders in their home town bars
with the blacked out windows and the burned out cars
kids drinking under the moon lit stars
no money in the bank

when the hole’s closed
and the black stuff goes
all that’s left is drugs and holes
from the high lights to the low lights
no longer hear swans sing
no longer cranes up in the sky
they crashed and fell to earth
and the kids kick ’round with nothing to do
it’s been their right from birth

oh, how you gonna turn back time? (money)
not what we’re thinking of
nothing but a straight up lie, come on
come on, how you gonna give back pride? (money)
not what we’re dreaming of
nothing but a straight up lie

from the picket lines, to the wicked times
we just can’t breath
every man needs his shelter
every man has got his own needs
look to you for answers
your motives all we found
when the coffers coughed into an empty trough
we’re gonna march upon your town

oh, how you gonna turn back time? (money)
not what we’re thinking of
nothing but a straight up lie, come on
come on, how you gonna give back pride? (money)
not what we’re dreaming of
nothing but a straight up lie

how deep you gonna cut
when you’re cutting through the bone?
how much you gonna push?
’til a man can lose his home?
see the needs of many
but you’re only pleasing your self
how long the average man
gonna feel the discontent?

oh, how you gonna turn back time? (money)
not what we’re thinking of
nothing but a straight up lie
come on, how you gonna give back pride? (money)
not what we’re dreaming of
nothing but a straight up lie
oh, how you gonna turn back time? (money)
not what we’re thinking of
nothing but a straight up lie
come on, how you gonna give back pride? (money)
not what we’re dreaming of
nothing but a straight up lie

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