Loonies on the Moon - Testo Lyrics 08-Zeroman

Testo della canzone

Trapped deep in my box of cold gray
How much I worth in the game
is what I spill from my own mates

bald holy eagle of money and blind rate
is this the god that I'd pray
the body and blood we're now used to gain


If every one has its price
Then I won't do anything but cry


I won't let you take my soul
No it is what, is what makes me a man


No more feelings, no more free aid
just my interests and pain
with any mean pursued once again

The sound of black and white fairytales
come bring me on today again
since I need my gear to work in vain


If this is what rules our lives
Then I wont do anything but cry


I won' let you take my soul
No it is what, is what makes me a man

Shut up, Money is not my kind of drug
We all know that you will never get enough


Then I won't do anything but cry
I wont let you take my soul
No it is what, is what makes me a man


Give up, Money is not my kind of drug
We all know that it won't be enough
Never be enough
We all know it won't ever be enough

Album che contiene 08-Zeroman

album Speculative - Loonies on the MoonSpeculative
2014 - Rock, Psichedelico, Post-Rock
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