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
Hi everyone. We're new in town. Just recording our first album now. Stylistically we venture through the realms of
(hard)rock, psychedelic rock, funk, jazz and anything we can get our hands on. Stay tuned and listen closely!