Lyrics The Moneyz - Rare Americans

The Moneyz

We’re in the money
We’re in the money
We’re in the money
We’re in…
A murder of crows
Follows everywhere we go
Scavenged by our past
Asking, «Can this really last?»
It’s the rub of the drug
Its the life under the rug
The best a man can get
Why am I suddenly all wet?
It’s a midnight moon
You pay attention when she croons
Son its getting late, early for you
It’s getting late, real early for you
Oh brother, oh brother, oh brother
The money, the moneyz
Follow the moneyz
The moneyz, the moneyz
Follow the moneyz
The money, the money
Follow the moneyz
The money, the moneyz
Follow the moneyz
You’re just not getting it
You’re just not seeing it
You’re just not getting it
You’re just not seeing it
(We're in the money)
(We're in the money)
Who blends well and who’s friends?
Ask whose ends depend
Who trades in the selling of likes?
Fake kids dress up, play pretend
Like they are actually psyched
About your brand new birthday bike
(to the beat)
We’re rattled, foggy, spooked
Lonely, lost, loveable, mooks
Wink of wolf as he glides past
Of your scent boy, I’m keeping track
Of your scent, boy I’m keeping track
Oh brother, oh brother, oh brother
The money, the moneyz
Follow the moneyz
The moneyz, the moneyz
Follow the moneyz
The money, the money
Follow the moneyz
The money, the moneyz
Follow the moneyz
You’re just not getting it
You’re just not seeing it
You’re just not getting it
You’re just not seeing it
You’re just not getting it
You’re just not seeing it
You’re just not getting it
You’re just not seeing it