[00:00.00] 作词 : Jones
[00:00.55]i drive a truck, it carries money,
[00:10.65]and everyday, i dream up my fantasies.
[00:21.30]yesterday, i bought my beach house,
[00:26.25]a little place just off the coast of france.
[00:31.75]
[00:32.02]everyday i think of money,
[00:41.95]everyday i think of running.
[00:48.98]
[00:52.16]i love my truck, i love my family,
[01:02.33]stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.
[01:12.75]could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,
[01:18.04]then i'll ditch the truck, and buy a new face.
[01:23.01]
[01:23.55]everyday i think of money,
[01:33.98]everyday i think of something.
[01:41.68]
[01:44.62]it can't buy you love, can't give you soul,
[01:55.19]can pick you up, can down you low.
[02:04.85]can drag you out of the hole,
[02:11.00]you dug, yourself, out of again.
[02:21.84]
[02:30.74]sat in a truck, it carries convicts,
[02:40.83]my hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,
[02:51.27]tomorrow, i'll maybe walk around the yard,
[02:56.31]or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.
[03:01.36]
[03:01.57]everyday i think of money,
[03:12.31]everyday i miss my family.
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[03:21.02]end