
Date of issue: 06.06.2012
Song language: English
Money Room |
The lights were on but it was dark |
Men in bow-ties lined up at the door |
The room was for rich men |
And I thought I’d never been there before |
The room was a secret |
But we all knew what it was for |
The rich men of my town like Milton Kishenor |
It’s just you and the Holy One |
And a silver box |
If you’ve got an extra penny you drop it in the box |
If you need to feed your family |
Take whatever you need from the money room |
No one can ever know |
If they’re a taker with a plight |
No one can ever know if they’re a giver in the night |
'Cuz on the outside yeah they’re all the same |
With their smiles cigars in those picture frames |
And their fancy cars like Milton Kishenor |
When I traveled back to my town |
To see the room and just to know for sure |
There was a line of suits and bow-ties |
And an old man sitting at the door |
The old man was laughing |
Telling men from near and far |
The money room is the world we live in |
Only you know who you are |
It’s just you and the Holy One |
And a silver box |
If you’ve got an extra penny drop it in the box |
But if you need to feed your family |
Take whatever you need from the money room |
No one can ever know |
If you’re a taker with a plight |
No one can ever know |
If you’re a giver in the night |
'Cuz on the outside, yeah, we’re all the same |
With our smiles cigars and our picture frames |
And our fancy cars like Milton Kishenor |
Living in the money room. |