Hard Earned Money Songtext
von Fishboy

We put our hard earned money in the taco stand and we ran, ran, ran in the marathon.
When the cops, they came, we were all long gone ′cause we had taken the subway.
And the world moves slow, in the evening hours, and you can't control your own heart-rate.
And I should know ′cause I had that friend who had that friend whose neighbour died.
And some say, he became a ghost that day and he just floats around.
I assume it's like some invisible balloon, hovering inches from the ground.
Well it's hard to read, and it′s hard to write, but I wrote, wrote, wrote you a free verse song.
When my wrist fell off, a blue-bird cried.
Let′s only hope it was the first time. Well they called my house but I was not home and my phone-machine is 12-years-old.
And you should know 'cause you had that who had that friend whose father said...
He said, "
Son...
The perfect girl is like a gun but she′s hard to hold.
What you see, your one and only death-machine, never, never, never, never, never, never let her go." We put our hard earned money in the old Trans-Am and it burned, burned, burned untill midnight.
If the cops, they come, let's both take off.
We can tell the boss we were robbed.