See them sitting, in the rain As the sky is darkening Three lines of traffic are edging past The ministry of social affairs At a junction on the ground An amputee and a pregnant hound Sit by the young men with withered arms As if death had already passed
Through every alleyway, and left A million beggars silhouettes Near where the money changers sit By their locked glass cabinets What has happened, let go and ask The ministry of social affairs Near where the money changers sit By their locked glass cabinets
That's what they want, oh yeah Money, honey That's what they want, oh yeah Money, honey That's what they want, oh yeah Money, honey That's what they want, oh yeah Money, honey That's what they want, oh yeah Money, honey That's what they want, oh yeah Money, honeyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
