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