Lyrics Cold Hard Cash - Angelspit, Dope Stars Inc.

Cold Hard Cash

Lair queen likes to prey
On lolly boys in their cage
Empress tease, pink and rats
Breaking hearts to the bank
Keep the car running
The only thing you’re wanting, is
Cold hard cash
Kaltes hartes bargeld
Lynch mob love, broken dolls
Float to the top, of the bowel
Taste in girls, young and smashed
Perversion lies, dormant
Mother dear mother, gotta keep gunning for
Cold hard cash
Alice in vulgar land
Make the mascara bleed
Cry victim cry victim cry
God knows it sells CDs
All dancing, loud singing
Not realize they’re just play things
Split open laid to waste
Sprayed across your rock star face
Glamour glamour road kill, all you want is… Cold hard cash