Money from Four Doors by The Cold Desert

I spent my last dollar to buy your love,
I couldn't afford your pity.
Now carrion birds are circling above.
I gotta get out of this city.

If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets
and then we'd all starve to death.
If hope was a racehorse, we'd all place our bets
and be certain to lose in the end...

...because the only true currency in this bankrupt economy is money, money, money,
and my only real fluency is the language of charity.
It's funny, funny, funny...

...how I can't remember the lessons my future self taught. All I recall are the fingers he pointed.
If only he'd told me, "enjoy what you got while you can." It's disappointing...

...because the only true currency in this bankrupt economy is money, money, money,
and my only real fluency is the language of charity.
It's funny, funny, funny.

We're far too free! We're far too free!
We don't cost a damn' thing.
We don't cost a damn' thing...

...because the only true currency in this bankrupt economy is money, money, money,
and my only real fluency is the language of charity.
It's funny, funny, funny like cancer.

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