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Gold in your Eyes
04:29
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Tired faces, staring at the band
The dragon shines from over the room
Coin after coin, he takes from her hands
And over her head he looms
Clouds her mind, she doesn't understand what to do.
Feet sinking in running sands
She does what she's supposed to
Devil calls, from his home town
Have you sinned enough today
Pick up your gun and hold it tight
What does it matter anyway
Cheat the fight, cheat on your wife, cheat your whole life away
Sell yourself, piece by piece
All you need to survive is the sound of money
You're caught in the grasp of the four-leaved clover
Don't you look back or your luck will turn sober
You will realise a sinful weight on your shoulder
All we be gone and you'll know that it's over (3x)
But your glistening eyes lust for more
Slot machines and gaming screens
Put a smile upon your face
You can't wait for another chance
To prove yourself worthy
Oh the queen of sin
Shows a lot of skin
But all she has is bait.
Fills the slot in slot your heart
Tears families apart
Oh what a wonderful fucking day
You're caught in the grasp of the four-leaved clover
Don't you look back or your luck will turn sober
You will realise a sinful weight on your shoulder
All we be gone and you'll know that it's over (3x)
But your glistening eyes lust for more
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2. |
Surfer's Paradise
04:49
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Anything you do
Can and will be used against you
Sit down don't you move
remove your shirt and shoes
Defenceless
Fingers, hair and toes ink-dipped for death row
remember
Can't you see what happens to
Those who break the rules
Conformity
When life gives you lemons
No-mans-land heaven
Squeeze out the venom
Sell 'em the fruit of lies
Give 'em the fruit of lies
Delusions in paradise
Prison of minds
Lost and confined
Silent and blind
A prison of lies
Guarded by
Shut eyes
Paradise prison, mission, reserve
With vigor you observe
The deep sea waters surge
B70 to 88 26th of the 1st
Paradise prison, mission, reserve
With vigor you observe
As I watch the tides turn
White T's and palm trees
Nostalgia and dark dreams
Orange and yellow flags salute the sun
White socks and chipper dreams
Sandals stained in blood and tears
White man dreams what white man fears
Paradise, prison, mission, reserve
A prison for you to serve
The ignorance you learned
B70 to 88 26th of the 1st
Surfer's Paradise
Breakfast where the news is read
Television, children fed
Bullet strikes the helmets head
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3. |
Gods in Heat
03:31
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4. |
Moonlight
09:08
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5. |
Zelle
05:59
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6. |
The Island
09:16
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7. |
Er, der Herrscht
03:29
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8. |
Warrior
04:33
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9. |
Mr. Moneyman
08:59
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I'm walking
Suit case in my hand
Your don't understand
And I don't either
Numbers come and numbers go
Pound your chest and snort some blow
Prediction is security
Won't you buy the whore in me
Hey man, Hey man, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Don't jump off that wall
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Money won't break your fall
Hey man, Hey man, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Don't jump off that wall
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Pray to the hands of gold
Won't you pick up to phone
Come down from your throne
Customer is truly king
Money's what the servants bring
Leather shoes and leather hearts
Born together grown apart
Leather, sweet and warm embrace
Buy me more then buy me grace
Hey man, Hey man, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Don't jump off that wall
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Money won't break your fall
Hey man, Hey man, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Don't jump off that wall
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Pray to the hands of gold
All who died in '29
All who chose suicide
Waited patiently in line
To jump from ever greater heights
Who died in '29
Who chose suicide
All those who were left behind
Numbers fly at the speed of light
Hey man, Hey man, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Don't jump off that wall
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Money won't break your fall
Hey man, Hey man, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Don't jump off that wall
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Mr. Moneyman
Pray to the hands of gold
Broke is she who lives in vain
Broke is he who died in pain
Broke she who lies awake
Nothing ever (really)
Was at stake
Falling, Falling, Falling to the ground
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