歌词
Music-Rich,
Dave Lyrics-
Ron The color
Of Money Is the
Color of greed
Grab What you can
Take What you need
A wishful
Thinker Lives
In the past
Climbed on
The world
That went by
Too fast More temper
Than Imagination
Portrait of
A losing side
Opinions formed
Without Taking time
To care The stone thrower
Broke the windows of his glass house
Thoughtless search
For a Scapegoat
A human coin
On edge For a time
Having a fallout
All of his own
Hungry for
Want of gentleness
A carnival story
With absence
Of scenes
Slightly tilt
And left Of center
He can rum
A four minute mile
Just as long as
He was chasing
A fast buck
Sour man Sit in the rubble
Of your own making
Feed off your own
Disillusions
When your irrational
It's always a sorrow
A thin line into
The dust Sour man
Feed off your own
Disillusions
Sit in the rubble
Of your own makings