How slow will these days pass?
Will you stay to weave these stories?
Made of hair and almost words
Will you wade through my moods and follies?
Or will you just watch it slip away?
Then give me the money. The fucking money
Just the money
The pale moon nights of absences
Will you wait for my forfeit?
The sundry of sweets, The daughter's curses
Will you watch me smear your orchids?
Or do you just watch it slip away?
Then give me the money. The fucking money
Just the money
I'm so fake
I know, she laughs
And I'll soon break
But not here not today
A cut, blow, and make
You know what pays for this Tokyo fake
Then give me the money. The fucking money
Just the money
Then give me the money. The fucking money
Just the
Just the
Just the
So give me the money