Lyrics Tastes Good With The Money - The Fat White Family

Tastes Good With The Money

Ornamental kindness heats both of my hands
Ooh, it tastes good with the money
Tried to figure my way home via the Hollywood Hills
Ooh, it tastes good with the money
And all my faith slides right into place
The air up there so fresh and clean
And we could be homeowners this time next year
Ooh, it tastes good with the money
I never look at a tower block same way again
Ooh, it tastes good with the money
One more faith bursting into flames
The air up there, now fresh and clean
People from nowhere, they poison everywhere
Sketching ruins in the dark
There’s ash in your latte
As you slip into something dangerous
Dipping into a tear-shaped swimming pool
The lobster red glow of the apocalypse
Eyebrows trimmed
Gotta fathom your own legacy
Slimming shakes
Bathing on the right side of surprises
And a big mushroom cloud of the middle classes
Leaves a beautiful shape for you to project your fears onto
And all my faith, it slides right into place
The air up here so fresh and clean
People from nowhere, they poison everywhere
Sketching ruins in the dark