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When I get home
I promise that I'll never take this wretched path again
I'll change my ways
I'll hold my family closer than i ever have before
Cause in the end
It's better with the ones you love than out here all alone again
In the dark
you think about the better things to keep your mind from losing faith
So lonely lonely I'm so lonely
I must stay quiet
for those fools out there who hunt for me have no idea where I could be
But I am a thief to them
and dirty money always seemed to have the form of meat for me.
I must devise a plan
to get out unaffected with my catch while I'm still breathing
I am the smartest dog
this pack has ever seen and I sure as hell will not be bested
So lonely lonely I'm so lonely down here
I am just like everyone I know
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Dirty money, in your hand
Eternal life, in your plan
With the body, as a shell
Use and destroy, parallel
With expendable cells for the highest price
To sacrifice to sacrifice
Transmission of conscience into device
To digitize to digitize
The life becomes, replaceable
DNA, untraceable
You can have the dangers, as your hobbies
If you got the wealth, we got the bodies
With expendable cells for the highest price
To sacrifice to sacrifice
Transmission of conscience into device
To digitize to digitize
Skin is just a ripple, in your own time
You can live forever, in your own mind
Crimes against nature, look away
You can be your own god, for a day and days and days and days
With expendable cells for the highest price
To sacrifice to sacrifice
Transmission of conscience into device
To digitize to digitize
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Doug Davis - Dirty Money
03:25
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If I'd predicted how this would go
It never would've turned out right
Racing through a silent picture show
Bleeding out in black and white
When that movie man first appeared
With his black hat and villain's laugh
His tales of Pickford, Bow, and Shearer
Were just more than she could stand
I heard the moon cry please don't go
Cradled by the blackened night
I tore these words from a hole in my soul
Before she said goodbye
If you need me again, you know right where I'll be
I'm the smoke behind your eyes when you dream
I'm the heat of the sun in the summer streets
The clouds in the sky will turn to ash at your feet
Before you lose my love
Hollywood said she'd be a star
Knowing it was never true
Their dirty money only went so far
Before myths drifted out of view
They said she left everything behind
As if she left it for a friend
Sometimes there's more room in the sky
Than the smallest stars can comprehend
She sent a letter just before the end
Postmarked somewhere on the coast
I heard myself reading words I'd said
In the writing of a ghost
If you need me again, you know right where I'll be
I'm the smoke behind your eyes when you dream
I'm the heat of the sun in the summer street
The clouds in the sky will turn to ash at your feet
Before you lose my love
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6. |
AG Y'all - Dirty Work
02:34
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Might even like it just a little bit
Cause in the morning
Right back here with you
Why u try to treat me like a jerk?
Find me working on the graveyard shift
In the morning
Right back here with you
We run on dirty money
We make our own rules
We break apart what’s normal
Those goody 9-to-fools
Midnight trip to Vegas settle up our score
We thrive on keeping secrets
Gangsters paradise
We tear apart our enemies
And drape Gumars in ice
Live like no tomorrow pay for it today
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Suuusun - spectacles
02:59
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Look out
Your door
Just like
before
You hid
Your soul away
I know
It's there
I don't
Know where
But may your soul
Come out and play?
We’ll put on a spectacle
Til you put on your spectacles
And draw aside the tapestries
You had made from dirty money
Our world is your receptacle
We don’t know why you’re skeptical
It’s out your window like we say
May your soul come out to play?
Look out
They're here
No arms
No fear
The past you made
is here today
Look in
Their eyes
Don’t run
Don’t hide
We see the fabric
wrapped around your face
It holds
Dust in
The mold
Your sins
they’re try to say they know why you can’t breathe
We’ll put on a spectacle
Til you put on your spectacles
And draw aside the tapestries
You had made from dirty money
Our world is your receptacle
We don’t know why you’re skeptical
It’s out your window like we say
May your soul come out to play?
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DIRTY MONEY
YOU CAN PUT IN A HOLE HIDE IN A WALL
KEEP IN A VAULT INSIDE THE SAVINGS AND LOAN
TRY TO KEEP IT CLEAN IN A WASHER MACHINE
INVEST ON AN ISLAND IN THE CARRIBEAN
DIRTY MONEY ( 4x )
AND YOUR NEVER GONNA LET IT GO
AND YOUR NEVER GONNA LET SLIP THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
HOLD IN A BRIEFCASE ON A MIDNIGHT FLIGHT
UNDERNEATH THE FLOORBOARDS SO FAR OUT OF SIGHT
CAMERA IN YOUR BOW TIE LIKE ITS SPY VS SPY
THE KGB THE CIA THE FBI
DIRTY MONEY ( 4x )
AND YOUR NEVER GONNA LET IT GO
AND YOUR NEVER GONNA LET SLIP THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
you got conspiracy theories and shell companies
shady lawyers forgers and phony i.d.s
you got dossiers to blackmail wire in the weeds
cameras in the bedroom blindfolds in the trees
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You call the shots with your dirty money
White teeth smiling toupee in the wind
Carnivores of the poor, always waging war
Sell out souls you never meet
People on top rule the world
Diamonds, champagne and a string of pearls
Fall in line like the ones before
Keep the gates closed
Suits, briefcases filled with lies
Lines on the face can’t hide disguise
Strings hold the smile upright
Till the mask comes off at night
People on top rule the world
Diamonds, champagne and a string of pearls
Fall in line like the ones before
Keep the gates closed
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