Song | Money |
Artist | Haley Bonar |
Album | Golder |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There’s a new war coming. It lives in the wires of an oven, and the pockets of the jeans that you love, and the hair of the woman that you covet. | |
Money you love it, and you sure can’t live without it but you got a hole up in your pocket the size of the lover in your locket. And the skies will all turn violet, your scared and your silent. Quiet as a newborn violin. But maybe that’s the new kind of violence. Money I love it, and I sure can’t live without it, oh but I got a hole up in my pocket. |
There' s a new war coming. It lives in the wires of an oven, and the pockets of the jeans that you love, and the hair of the woman that you covet. | |
Money you love it, and you sure can' t live without it but you got a hole up in your pocket the size of the lover in your locket. And the skies will all turn violet, your scared and your silent. Quiet as a newborn violin. But maybe that' s the new kind of violence. Money I love it, and I sure can' t live without it, oh but I got a hole up in my pocket. |
There' s a new war coming. It lives in the wires of an oven, and the pockets of the jeans that you love, and the hair of the woman that you covet. | |
Money you love it, and you sure can' t live without it but you got a hole up in your pocket the size of the lover in your locket. And the skies will all turn violet, your scared and your silent. Quiet as a newborn violin. But maybe that' s the new kind of violence. Money I love it, and I sure can' t live without it, oh but I got a hole up in my pocket. |