Easy Money

Easy Money is as hard as gold
They were theft and you’re feeling old
To satisfy me
You need a very little seed
That will grow into a tree
Lit the fire in me that drags my shadow long in silver tea
Easy money is a silly billy heart
That was viciously moved apart
We hit the january blus or the july high
Is a goverment thing
And they’ll hug the 'why'
All their wording makes me so uneasy
When you’re bloody, you lose
Seed has grown and gorwn
Now the easy money’s all gone
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Easy Money is as hard as gold
They were theft and you’re feeling old
To satisfy me
You need a very little seed
That will grow into a tree
Lit the fire in me that drags my shadow long in silver tea