Lyrics Hard Cash 2015 - Miracle Of Sound

Hard Cash 2015

Smoke over the city’s soul
Pollutes our sons and daughters
You can fall asleep on sheets of gold
And wake up as a pauper
We all get old
We all slow down
As the walls they close
We fall we’re drowning
I need some breathing space
I won’t grow old with grace
I need some breathing space
I can’t keep living straight…
We ain’t gonna linger and lie low
When there’s hard cash coming back
No way I’ll just sit here when I know
That there’s hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash
Don’t want no easy money
Money couldn’t buy me happiness
Just a prettier misery
There’s a price to pay
For a life of luxury
The air is thin
The glare the smoke and
The wear within
It tears it’s choking
I need some breathing space
I won’t grow old with grace
I need some breathing space
I can’t keep living straight…
We ain’t gonna linger and lie low
When there’s hard cash coming back
No way I’ll just sit here when I know
That there’s hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash
Don’t want no easy money
And now that we have all arrived
My friends get in your cars and drive