Vowels Flow

Where’s your honey, where’s your soul
Did you trade it in, for a taste of gold
While the girls, at the mall
Rack the bills, while their daddy fucks us all
And the pages that I read
Thought by now that I could get ahead
But I don’t mind where I am
The only thing I believe in these days is the wind
I don’t know what you’re saying
But I like the way you make your vowels flow away
So where’s my treasure, where’s the vault
Stole my water, you poured it in your salt
And the writing, on the wall,
I thought by now we’d all be humming along
But I don’t mind where I am
The only thing I believe in these days is the wind
I don’t know what you’re saying
But I like the way you make your vowels flow away