Hard Currency Songtext
von Mick Thomas

In a hired car, we drove up to the border
We checked our passports there
Man, it was all in order
The rain, it fell like clockwork
A hot Tatra shone like tinfoil
We laughed, traveled so well
We drove around a corner
But on the roadside there, two young girls dressed up and wheeling
A hard life lifting pounds with dreams
Of dollars, Deutschmarks, shillings
Just knowing they might never get a chance to deal in hard
Hard currency
Feeling hard
Hard
Hard currency
Meaning hard
Hard
Hard currency
Ah
Ah


Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah, yeah
Ah
She picked my guidebook up
She read down the page then
A bit about her town, all the place that she was raised in
She told me where she worked, all about her mom and her dad
She looked back at my guidebook
She said, "Oh, fuck, it′s not that bad." And talked
Her to other places, shiny, brighter, better feeling
Not the town where she came from, but did I care about her feeling?
Just knowing she might never get a chance to deal in hard
Hard currency
Feeling hard
Hard
Hard currency
Meaning hard
Hard
Hard currency
Ah
Ah
Meaning hard
Hard
Ah
Hard currency
Meaning- Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
In a tiny bar, the television flickered
Drinkers lay about
Man, it looked like a truck had hit them
Outside, the snow was falling, and all the wind was blowing
And all the years of dirt and drinking could not compete with knowing
And then an ad for Pepsi-Cola made them look, set them reeling
Clean, white nips on beaches left them with a sinking feeling
Just knowing they would never get a chance to deal in hard
Hard currency
Feeling hard
Hard
Hard currency
Meaning hard
Hard
Hard currency
Meaning hard
Hard
Hard currency
Meaning, ooh
Ah
Ooh, feeling hard
Ah
Hard currency
Meaning hard
Hard currency
Dealing hard
Ah
Hard currency
Meaning- Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
It's lonely
It′s lonely
Lonely
It's lonely
Ah
It's lonely
Ah
It′s lonely
Ah
It′s lonely
Na, na, na
It's lonely
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah