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Soul Asylum Say What You Will Clarence... Karl Sold The Truck Money Talks Money talks these days and everybody listens We're whipping out our wallets trying to but what we're missing Money screams out "I need a slave" I'm just trying to find some worker to dig my grave Everybody's listening, everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening I need more, a little more, in a little while I say those??? Machines? I'm just trying to find somebody to pay my bail Money screams is says "My soul's for sale" Everybody's listening, everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening I need a maid to pick up my mess, help me in the morning, help me get dressed I'll pay you when I get paid, I'll pay you when I get paid Money talks these days, money talks these days What you gonna do when the criminal says "Your money or your life"? (Not used?) I need more, I'm bored, shine my shoes, wax my floor Mew father of our powerful land of the free I ain't doing nothing, I'll just jire someone to do it for me No matter how small George gets he'll still talk louder than you Dollars shrieking "Ha, ha, ha jokes's on you" End everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening Rich bored, blind, and lone, better buy me a wife I'm saving up everything to buy me a knife |
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