The
money in the eyes
It
makes the head spins
So
much of it in his bags
What
can he say but smile?
He
wants to tell his story
But
he knows he can't make it
The
witch hunt will draw the line
What
can he say but smile?
So
he decides to keep quiet
Long
be the nights he sleeps
Dreaming
of the money
It
makes the head spins
One
morning he wakes up
Something
different in the air
He
sees haze in the sky
What
can he say but smile?
He
can fly away
Go
the green nations
He
doesn't have to breathe the bad air
What
can he say but smile?
He
can have the time of his life
He
doesn't have to worry
The
laws can keep it to itself
What
can he say but smile?
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