Pretty Maids Your Mind Is Where The Money Is
Look at yourself life in extreme you're a symbol of wealth and luxury
fashionable clothes champagne on ice that's your definition of paradise
You'd sell your soul for glamour and trade your heart for gold
you've got eccentric manners you're in control on top on the hill
what you don't know is that you're mentally ill
Cause your mind is where the money is and it never changes
you go blind when you feel the bliss of the ghost that haunts your mind
your blind
Valuable friends prestigious might they'll be gone with the wind
when money's tight in the eyes of the man on the street
it all seems so absurd your selfish greed
Material goods mislead us the rich will tax the poor
we bite the hands that feed us and ask for more
it's tearing you up when money talks you can't get enough
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Can you feel it when it tears your soul into pieces
One day the score will be equal again and the rich will descend from his throne
you can't buy your way into heaven my friend
you see fate has its price on its own
You've been blinded you just can't hide it you can't hide it
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