Diamonds is gold And the ocean is a lake That mountains just a hill Those buildings are fake Water tastes like pennies Christmas tastes like june The city tastes like gasoline And the lies all taste like truth He ain't your lover He ain't your friend That scarecrow's not your father Them cars ain't the wind Oh lord how you shine to me Oh god how you glow to me My fortune is made of nickels Kings are shaking dimes In their pockets as they stalk the allies waiting for their time The wars are fought for silent trophies And ladies fake the news Caking up their cold sores while the cleaner steals my suit You can't count on taxes But your debt is up and gone Left us hear to fade away Sing a wrinkled songs Oh lord how you shine to me Oh god how you glow to me Oh lord how she shines to me Oh god how she glows to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
