Smoke over the city’s soul Pollutes our sons and daughters You can fall asleep on sheets of gold And still wake up a pauper
We all get old We all slow down As the walls they close We fall we’re drowning
I need some breathing space I won’t grow old with grace I need some breathing space I can’t keep living straight...
We ain’t gonna linger and lie low When there’s hard cash coming back No way I’ll just sit here when I know That there’s hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash Don’t want no easy money
Money couldn’t buy me happiness Just a prettier misery There’s a price to pay For a life of luxury
The air is thin The glare the smoke and The wear within It tears it’s choking
I need some breathing space I won’t grow old with grace I need some breathing space I can’t keep living straight...
We ain’t gonna linger and lie low When there’s hard cash coming back No way I’ll just sit here when I know That there’s hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash Don’t want no easy money
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