Money The barbed Wire Remix

I move so sloth, underneath to spoil the broth, with uncalled heat when the ticket is raised, i cull the needs to break the will and steal the grit I don't drink much, but love to eat the half drunk men, that stare the streets and greet the hookers, teeth pressing the tits when the show runs down, i land my kiss the rot is warm, the shit is neat Tell me! was my moon just made of paper I know that look, no need to taper ye give me your heart, I'll spy your head ye show me your tears, I'll have it shagged ye use your head, I'll rip your heart Now that's about a fair moving start On this drunken night, let's rock the bed stick me in, and lick the taste one in the waist, one in the nest watch the cheap moments go to waste but the pill is working, hasten the pushes Pour down the poison till the vision starts to blur, In 69 poses and the whiskey-soaked slur. The neon is buzzing, flashing green on the glass, Burning through the wallet to watch the hours pass. A half-empty bottle for a half-blind brain, Financing the numbness to domesticate the pain. Cash on the counter for a cheap, fluid high, Drowning out the baseline of a choked-up sky. Buy up her hours with a crisp, paper note, Then lock down the perimeter and grab for the throat. Now own the girl, wearing callous frown watch her snap, hands crawling down She takes the weapon deep inside her throat and starts to mock, O pitiful goat come play with me, long as the cash flows and when you sleep, i'll stab my sloes to sum your worth, pity the lows. Tell me! was my moon just made of paper I know that look, no need to taper ye give me your heart, I'll spy your head ye show me your tears, I'll have it shagged ye use your head, I'll rip your heart Now that's about a fair moving start On this drunken night, let's rock the bed stick me in, and lick the taste one in the waist, one in the nest watch the cheap moments go to waste but the pill is working, hasten the pushes The ledger balances only in the red, the body part auctioned by the highest bid. I am the drive, that keep the moments fed The cold, cold,.truth that i once hid Trading the kidney for a shiny nickel plate, what the hours betrayed, the acts outdid Sign on the dotted line, seal up the vault, Every single fracture, a calculated fault. Tell me! was my moon just made of paper I know that look, no need to taper ye gave me your heart, I spied your head ye used me as paper, I used you as bait ye used your head, I bled my heart Now that's about a fair moving start On this drunken night, let's rock the bed let's rock the bed let's rock the bed