Get the new album 'Destination Somewhere' now:
CD/vinyl - http://www.earache.com/massive
iTunes (w/ exclusive bonus track) - http://bit.ly/destination-itunes
LYRICS:
Pick yourself up, get out of the gutter
I’m here to give a little something to you
Free your mind like it doesn’t even matter
Sell your sword for a piece of the truth
Goddamn motherfuckers gettin’ into trouble
Gotta show ‘em what it costs to be brave
Tell me what it’s worth and I’ll make you pay double
Here’s your chance to be someone today
Make your mind up, coz your times up
Take it or it’s taken away
Money in your pocket, blood on your hands
It’s hard to save face when you just don’t understand
So tell me pretty baby, tell me that it’s true, it’s alright
We do it for the money
Tell me what you’re doing, tell me why you’re here
Tell me what you’re waiting for and tell me why you fear
When all the fire burns out and all the smoke is clear
There’s a way to make it all disappear
Just sign the dotted line, give a little time
Keep waiting for that shooting star to wish away your crime
Keep hoping for a miracle to save you once again
Coz this time it is life or it’s death
Make your mind up, coz your times up
Take it or it’s taken away
Money in your pocket, blood on your hands
It’s hard to save face when you just don’t understand
So tell me pretty baby, tell me that it’s true, it’s alright
We do it for the money
CD/vinyl - http://www.earache.com/massive
iTunes (w/ exclusive bonus track) - http://bit.ly/destination-itunes
LYRICS:
Pick yourself up, get out of the gutter
I’m here to give a little something to you
Free your mind like it doesn’t even matter
Sell your sword for a piece of the truth
Goddamn motherfuckers gettin’ into trouble
Gotta show ‘em what it costs to be brave
Tell me what it’s worth and I’ll make you pay double
Here’s your chance to be someone today
Make your mind up, coz your times up
Take it or it’s taken away
Money in your pocket, blood on your hands
It’s hard to save face when you just don’t understand
So tell me pretty baby, tell me that it’s true, it’s alright
We do it for the money
Tell me what you’re doing, tell me why you’re here
Tell me what you’re waiting for and tell me why you fear
When all the fire burns out and all the smoke is clear
There’s a way to make it all disappear
Just sign the dotted line, give a little time
Keep waiting for that shooting star to wish away your crime
Keep hoping for a miracle to save you once again
Coz this time it is life or it’s death
Make your mind up, coz your times up
Take it or it’s taken away
Money in your pocket, blood on your hands
It’s hard to save face when you just don’t understand
So tell me pretty baby, tell me that it’s true, it’s alright
We do it for the money
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