Our Two Cents Songtext
von Chestnut Grove
Our Two Cents Songtext
Quite taken by Summer I rose to the sun
Pour myself a bowl of coins and gettin ready to run
While im waiting on the starting gun
Im sitting here wondering why my money all tastes like blood
Show me the ropes and ill show you my sins
Im pawing off hope im gettin ready to win
Blue skidoo and you can to in a pigpen
Fried my lungs yeah singing with my best friends
Yeah yeah yeah with my best friends
Im not sure if im sorry for the way things have to be
I know its not the world you thought
But that′s the world, ya see
We're all just looking for a better job
Maybe just a raise
So come throw me a penny back
Cause that′s just all we need
Give me a penny now you take it away
You gotta be a rich man to dig a hole these days
And that's why she took the kids away
So it goes oh so they say
Where can I buy me a brand new truck
Oh where can I find a shiny diamond stud
Where can I buy fried pink slime in a cup
Oh where can I buy someone who understands my love
Where can I buy someone who understands my love
Im not sure if im sorry for the way things have to be
I know its not the world you thought
But that's the world, ya see
We′re all just looking for a better job
Maybe just a raise
So come throw me a penny back
Cause that′s just all we need
If I had a reason for, the ways things have to be
Its bigger than myself and all, but they're too blind to see
Im not sure if im sorry for the way things have to be
I know its not the world you thought
But that′s the world, ya see
We're all just looking for a better job
Maybe just a raise
So come throw me a penny back
Cause that′s just all we need
If I had a reason for the way things have to be
Its bigger than myself and all, but they're too blind to see
Quite taken by summer I rise to the sun
I ate up all the coins and I made my run
I made a stand and shot the man who shot the gun
Yeah I still don′t know why my money all taste like blood
Where can I buy me a brand new truck oh
Where can I buy shiny diamond studs
Where can I buy fried pink slime in a cup
OH where can I buy some who understands my love
Just this little ol place called communist Russia
Yeah yeah yeah called communist Russia
I guess that's why my money all taste like blood
Pour myself a bowl of coins and gettin ready to run
While im waiting on the starting gun
Im sitting here wondering why my money all tastes like blood
Show me the ropes and ill show you my sins
Im pawing off hope im gettin ready to win
Blue skidoo and you can to in a pigpen
Fried my lungs yeah singing with my best friends
Yeah yeah yeah with my best friends
Im not sure if im sorry for the way things have to be
I know its not the world you thought
But that′s the world, ya see
We're all just looking for a better job
Maybe just a raise
So come throw me a penny back
Cause that′s just all we need
Give me a penny now you take it away
You gotta be a rich man to dig a hole these days
And that's why she took the kids away
So it goes oh so they say
Where can I buy me a brand new truck
Oh where can I find a shiny diamond stud
Where can I buy fried pink slime in a cup
Oh where can I buy someone who understands my love
Where can I buy someone who understands my love
Im not sure if im sorry for the way things have to be
I know its not the world you thought
But that's the world, ya see
We′re all just looking for a better job
Maybe just a raise
So come throw me a penny back
Cause that′s just all we need
If I had a reason for, the ways things have to be
Its bigger than myself and all, but they're too blind to see
Im not sure if im sorry for the way things have to be
I know its not the world you thought
But that′s the world, ya see
We're all just looking for a better job
Maybe just a raise
So come throw me a penny back
Cause that′s just all we need
If I had a reason for the way things have to be
Its bigger than myself and all, but they're too blind to see
Quite taken by summer I rise to the sun
I ate up all the coins and I made my run
I made a stand and shot the man who shot the gun
Yeah I still don′t know why my money all taste like blood
Where can I buy me a brand new truck oh
Where can I buy shiny diamond studs
Where can I buy fried pink slime in a cup
OH where can I buy some who understands my love
Just this little ol place called communist Russia
Yeah yeah yeah called communist Russia
I guess that's why my money all taste like blood
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