Hot Cross

Finance Fuels The Sickness At Heart
I watch them fall just out of reach, I watch their plan get worse. I hear them slur their speech I hear them slur their speech "Pay my way, I can't survive. Pay my way, I can't exist. Pay my way, I'm tired of begging. Pay my way, I've all but unravelled, despondent and sick." Pay our way, we are sick of our part. Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall. Pay our way, we've been fucked from the start, Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart. the sickness at heart the sickness We are all sick We are all sick And these men don't care All plush seats and bright suits. These men will never care (Pay our way) They're in line to get their pocket lined In step to have us underlined Thrown out address to avoid (Pay our way Pay our way) Name enumerated, spit out and destroyed Songtexteout and destroyed out and destroyed destroyed I watch them fall just out of reach, I watch their plan get worse. I hear them slur their speech I will never slur their speech Pay my way Pay our way, we are sick of our part. Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall. Pay our way, we've been fucked from the start, Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart finance fuels the sickness at heart (Thanks to Ash Harris for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania