Cash Cow Songtext
von Mike Doughty

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 those 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 now

And I will offer you a place
In my pavilion
And I must stick close to the grace
Of fifty billion

And I will offer you a place
And I must stick close to the grace
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place

And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place
And I will offer you a place