Easy Money Songtext
von Dappled Cities

Easy money
It′s as hard as gold
If you're a thief and you′re feeling old
To satisfy me you need a bloody little seed
That will grow into a tree
If the fire in me
That drags my shadow along in symmetry

Easy money
It's a silly billy heart
That was viciously pulled apart
Be it the January blues or the July high
It's a government thing and I wonder why
It′s all their money that makes me so uneasy


Well your bloody little seed has grown and grown
Now the easy money′s all mine
Well your bloody little seed has grown and grown
Now the easy money's all mine

All mine
All mine
All mine
All mine

Easy money
It′s as hard as gold
If you're a thief and you′re feeling old
To satisfy me you need a bloody little seed
That will grow into a tree
If the fire in me
That drags my shadow along in symmetry