Yeah, money. Without money what would we do?. We got a little idea. We see what's gone. . We say, "Money is the voodoo". Won't believe it but there ain't.
Oh, mama, mama, mama. Why you don't like my man?. Oh, mama, mama, mama. Why can't you understand?. . You say he's rough around the edges. He don't always act right.
He was a man and a friend always. We rambled on in the bad old days.. He never cared if I had no dough,. He stuck with me in the rain and snow.. . [Chorus].
Motherless children have a hard time when mother's gone. Motherless children have a hard time when mother's gone. Father will do the best he can, he don't always understand.
Please mr lacey, let me work your lovely machine. Please mr lacey, let me work your lovely machine. Will you let me control the handles,. You know it's the best thing I've ever seen.
Well, that big dumb blonde with gorgeous george. And turtle, a friend of theirs, with his cheques all forged. And his cheeks in a chunk with a cheese in the cash.
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year. Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear. And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about.
Gold and silver is the autumn. Soft and gentle are her skies. Yes and No are the answers. Written in my true love's eyes. . Autumn's leaving, winter's coming.
No use knocking at my door,. I don't think I live here anymore.. I live in the past you see. I think of the last time we were there. Before you went with her..
Where are you riding to Sir Knight. Alone and armed for war?. If not to fight for right Sir Knight. Then what are weapons for?. . Why d'you hide your face Sir Knight.
Magic lady. . One for the magic lady. And one for me,. Songs of the land. And a song of the sea.. Though the silver halls stand empty. And decaying in the dust.
Make me a pallet on your floor. Make me a pallet on your floor. Make it soft, make it low, so your woman don't know. Make me a pallet on your floor.. .
Tell me, mannequin what brings you to move?. Is it all of the colors in the magazine?. Following sucks. Paint your face now pose and filter the mood. Give it all you've got.
Somewhere in time, we welcomed in the fall.. But in the distance we can see, shining clear, our demise to be.. We're not listening to ourselves.. . You ask these questions in subconsciousness,.
It starts as one festering feeling. The kind that cuts from the flesh down to the soul.. No way (no way) to make amends for the time behind the door. Street lights feed lies straight to the mind of the wishful wanderer..
Innocent babe, shall we corrupt at such a young age. Conjure a laugh, conjure the tears amongst love. Glass brain, it will project all of the spectrum.
Welcome to the truth; a life that's not your own.. Controlled by labor, printed paper and the corruptors of the world.. Synthetic lies collect our minds to the beast..
Latch to this life like a death grip,. We're satisfied. With the mundane I'm keeping out of sight,. But still we are young. We are young. . I'll steer the angels down.
As I slip away... thoughts rushing through me.. Angelic call?. Or a demon that's calling my name?. Enter the intrepid state.. Enter beyond what is seen to the spiritual stream of the vacant..
[Chorus:]. . Thirteen motherfucking years!. I know what to do to knock your stupid ass. So bad you ain't no challenge.. Thirteen motherfucking years!.