Текст песни Will Champlin - Eye Of The Pyramid

Borrowing Trouble
Жанр: Rock / Pop / Pop-Rock
Исполнитель: Will Champlin
Альбом: Borrowing Trouble
Длительность: 04:19
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Загрузил: Survagis

Текст:

[verse] Presidents and banksters, Reaching from the grave. They silence free-thinkers, Just to keep them enslaved. Got you begging for your live, Till You're forced to stand and fight. Kicking to the curb the feeling of material fate, Surreal imperial world you wanna infiltrate. I think it's time to live this life, 'Cause even death comes with a price. [pre-chorus] Burn, Dolla, dolla, burn, Dolla, dolla, burn. When your pockets are feeling clean, And the truth is obsolete, then... Burn, Dolla, dolla, burn, Dolla, dolla, burn. When money ain't what it seems, Stuck in the Red, dreaming Green, [chorus] In the eye... Don't look in the eye of the pyramid. Eye..... Don't look in the eye of the pyramid. (Preying on the weak is cheap, But the price they pay is deep, Gold for a king not a penny for me) [verse] Say one day you wake up with a sudden twist of fate, Saving venow for tomorrow, but you say that every day, And while you pushing love away, You know the pain is there to stay. Start from the ground and work your way up now, You're finding all of your bricks, they fall down, And your journey's made in vain, And your pride will never be the same. [pre-chorus] Burn, Dolla, dolla, burn, Dolla, dolla, burn. When your pockets are feeling clean, And the truth is obsolete, then... Burn, Dolla, dolla, burn, Dolla, dolla, burn. When money ain't what it seems, Stuck in the Red, dreaming Green, [chorus] In the eye... Don't look in the eye of the pyramid. Eye..... Don't look in the eye of the pyramid. (Preying on the weak is cheap, But the price they pay is deep, Gold for a king not a penny for me) [interlude] Hours for money, Money for love, Dying in the darkest room. Closing your eyes Behind a fatal surprise, Like you got nothing to lose, Like you got nothing to lose. [pre-chorus] Burn, Dolla, dolla, burn, Dolla, dolla, burn. When your pockets are feeling clean, And the truth is obsolete, then... Burn, Dolla, dolla, burn, Dolla, dolla, burn. When money ain't what it seems, Stuck in the Red, dreaming Green, [chorus] In the eye... Don't look in the eye of the pyramid. Eye..... Don't look in the eye of the pyramid. (Preying on the weak is cheap, But the price they pay is deep, Gold for a king not a penny for me)
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