Fruit Machine

You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine

Puttin' in change systematically

Winning streak that you had over me

It's turned into your broken tragedy

Turn your pockets out onto the street

Now you see you've spent it all on me!

You see my true colours out of sink

Now your skin is a pair of sympathies

You've hit the bottom one hundred times before

Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more

You thought you could turn and walk away

Taking chances that weren't yours to take

When I don't think so my foolish boy

Watch the next one taking all the joy

Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around

Where's the money?

Can't hear the clicking!

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine

Overstretch your gen-er-o-si-ty

For our band, it's leading you astray

The little we had…

You've thrown it all away!

Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a role)

Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a low)

Go! Go! Go!

You find it hard to stop it yeah

You're running like a steam train

Oh I like the way that you do that

Where's the money?

Can't hear the clicking!

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Go!

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Ker-ching, Ker-ching, oh!

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Oh, you find it hard to stop it yeah

You're running like a steam train

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Ker-ching, Ker-ching

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