Lyrics:
[Hook]
14 Uhr in Frankfurt zieh ne Nase weißes,
5 Minuten später fühl ich mich wie Bänker,
will nen Ring an meinem Pinky und vier Stück am Lenker,
And drug with death, anything left
That grows or has a pulse
The monarchs and dictators
Religious leaders and the bankers
Had one more course before they
They say that Richard Cory
Owns one half of this whole town
With political connections
To spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's
crops I lay into the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I mined in your
to answer "No, sir"
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
Come, get together
Let the dance floor feel your leather
Step as lightly
I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
I mined in your mines
involved in high finance
Sister's out till five doing banker's son's hours
But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father
Stopped at full speed
I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
I mined in your mines
America
Sun goin' down on an LA freeway
Newly weds in the back of a limousine
A welder's son and a banker's daughter
All they want is every thing
the banker's draft
The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft
He made a spell and a potion on a midsummer's night
He killed a brindled calf in the pale
Of the great Utopia dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is
to save his farm from the banker's draft
The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft
He made a spell and a potion on a midsummer's night
He killed
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
And the bankers are taking my home and my land from me
There's a big achin' hole in my
lips sweet as honey
Touched as if old love was new
Banker's pockets overflowing with gold and money
Prophesies of wealth come true
Bop-bop-a-whoa
ain't got no home in this world anymore
I was farmin' on the shares and always I was poor
My crops I laid into the banker's door
And my wife took down
I am standing
For every word is true
That?s why I?m trusting in You
Like a comedian needs to be funny
And like a banker depends on money
Like a bride
thank the Lord there's people out there like you, mm
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning"
like you
I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say
America
Sun goin' down on an LA freeway
Newly weds in the back of a limousine
A welder's son and a banker's daughter
All they want is every thing
York (two parts)
Askin' me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged
Fluff went to a banker
Askin' for some bills
And that banker's bound to foreclose
At this rate, I'll lose my interest in this town
Paint the walls mend the windows
'Bout the time the roof comes
crops I lay into the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I mined in your
to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring
That turn from green to that harvest honey
Hold one up for the banker downtown
That got him on his feet with
wurde kein Anwalt,
Kein Arzt und kein Banker,
Aber Mama, ich hab kein Fenster.
Mama, für dich, schreib ich hier drinnen einen Vers,
Mama, denn sie
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