Refreshing bills To warm the slots in the till Infernal wheel That churns the ocean of milk That long wire is frayed Don't shout out proudly that the cash cow's lame That proud call is wrong Don't scoot by trumpeting the cash cow's gone
The quantize knob That drains the beat of all soul You hapless slob Go back to sink in your hole This thing's going down Don't gift-horse gawk it at the cash cow now Disdainful clown Don't go 'round mocking on the cash cow now
And I will offer you a place In my pavilion And I must stick close to the grace Of fifty billion
Smoke in the mouth Stick in a candy apple So luminous- Skinned, but the face is awful Some cloud unknown This pinkness creeping as the sun comes low That long haul, wow, Don't go 'round mocking on the cash cow nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
