Lyrics: Ashley Groenewald
Music: Ashley Groenewald
Well,I work all my life to be rich
When I retire
Well,my body ache like buggery
And,uh
How'bout my mind
Money,and fancy clothes
Money,and fancy clothes
He can make you salve for seven days a week
The lust for things he tells you
That you need
Money,and fancy clothes
Money,and fancy clothes
And I can feel him all around me
Whispering ice to my ear
He says,"You need me like a walker"
As he zones in on my fears
Money,and fancy clothes
Money,and fancy clothes
Money,and fancy clothes
Telling you what to do
To get back where to live
Where's too cold
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