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nothing can brake me from you 

I'm gonna hold on, ooh til the rope gives way 
I'm gonna hold on, yeah til the rope gives way 

If I had all money in
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired,
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired,
And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope
His uncombed hair, and eyes that would stare
At the people passing by, who didn't know or didn't
yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired,
And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope
His uncombed hair, and eyes that would stare
At the people passing by, who didn't know or didn't
hope that I get old before I die

Oh
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
about things out of our control
Like kids, love and money and gettin' old someday, just not today
Just not today

Had a rope swing hanging from
And shoot out the middle of this clawing, staring eye?
Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by
Sitting by that old rocking chair waiting
she's waiting there for me
My love's by the old tin wall
She's waiting there - she's waiting there for me
Some say the rope, she is hanging
Some say
bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope, money for rope

No short haired, yellow
friend back home 

And he asked me 
Why do you ride for your money 
Tell me why do you rope for short pay 
You ain't a'gettin' nowhere 
And you're
back home

And he asked me, "Why do you ride for your money? Tell me, why do you rope for short pay?
You ain't a gettin' nowhere and you're losin'
yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired,
just a pocket full of hope
It's money for dope, money for rope

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians

All
like all other men
We were baptized by water, we were washed in the blood
I don't remember much money, but recall lots of love

That church was
what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by
and fell in the stream
The other stood by, deadly pale
A loud cry for help and old rover plunged in
No sight of old age or delay
And as he slowly swam
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young

When I was a young man, I had to kick and scratch and claw
Now it's like top gun in the Old
what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by
On the end of a rope
I don't know... I don't care...

Oh, one of the damned
Oh, part of then plan
Cry oh oh oh the gods of war
They mowl and cry for more
Remember how you used to say
"you couldn't wait till tomorrow for a brand new day"
No fuss when ya had to ride the bus
You could add a little