Lyrics Month Left at the End of the Money - The Darker the Shadow the Brighter the Light

Month Left at the End of the Money

It’s ready-money, girl
It’s an Aladdin’s lamp
So pack up all your troubles
Live a life inside a bubble
It’s not like your dangers gather
When all the treasures rise
Your soul would have no rainbow
If your tears had no eyes
Why is there so much month left at the end of the money?
Nor were you ever told
All of the golden rules
Those who have all the gold
Hold all the olden rules
A man puts a gun in your eyes
You actually think it’s over
It’s your money or your life
But you have to think it over
Why is there so much month left at the end of the money?
It’s ready-money, girl
It’s an Aladdin’s lamp
So pack up all your troubles
Live a life inside a bubble